Getting your ass kicked by little kids hurts in every way imaginable. But if those kids happen to be fast enough to compete at a world level, well, maybe that smarts a little less. In fact, some of you have…
When I was six years old, after years of being unceremoniously stuffed into one-piece snow suits in the winter, I received a TWO piece snow ensemble so glorious the snow would literally disintegrate from the awesomeness. A deep cranberry colour, it boasted…
Some of you may recall a post from last year in which I had an epiphany. Or rather, an idea was thrust upon me with such conviction I decided to do something sensible. I would construct the Ultimate Commuter Bike – a…
I’m sitting in the beer garden with my friend Colin, staring blankly at the sandpit with a cold and flimsy beer cup in my hand. I’m dog tired and enjoying the first moment off my feet since forever. He is talking,…
It’s hard to believe a year has gone by since I spent a week riding in Italy. I don’t generally go back and re-read my posts (mostly because they are riddled with spelling errors, typos and inaccuracies) but if my posts…
Holy smokes, people. The Shimano Canadian Cyclocross Championships are less than a month away. Are you ready for the biggest, bikey-est weekend this city has ever seen? Yes, bigger than (with all due respect) Cyclovia. Bigger than the Cobblestone Classic….
People say that the birth of your child is the best day ever. These people are confusing ‘having’ a baby – which is very nice, with ‘giving birth’ to one – which any woman in her right mind will tell…
First, let me clarify that by ‘quick’ I am not implying whatsoever that at anytime during the Falcon Ridge mountain bike relay race on Saturday I was anything approaching fast. In fact, at one point, while momentarily under the delusion that…
Next to my birthday, the Tour de France is without question the most wonderful time of the year. While the minions work furiously at whatever it is they do, I sequester myself in my office watching a shitty feed of…
I don’t know about you, but if there is anything that keeps me up at night, it’s the mystery of what length of cycling socks will make me look as Pro as possible. Since I have no hope of ever…