Dear Old Dad
Like it or not, you are largely responsible for making me who I am, and I want to thank you for so many things – from changing my diapers, to helping me buy my first car. (And subsequently telling me…
Pinarello Lungavita
There are bikes that you need. And then there are those bikes that you just lust after. Bikes that you might not bring home to your Mother, but that you would just love to roll around with for a while…
Poison Ivy: When Nature Attacks
Given my general inclinations, the only kind of rash I run the risk of contracting when I ride is of the road variety. So when I found myself covered with poison ivy after a recent jaunt on some local mountain…
Portlandia
Sometimes it’s good to see things from the other side of the handlebars. This made me laugh so hard I had to change my chamois.
The Morning Shift
Ten years ago, if you told me I would be getting up at 5am on a Saturday morning to go ride a bike for four hours, I would have sprayed the rye and coke right through my nose and all…
Cycling is the New Black
We have a set of pencils at the office with various iterations of “the new black” inscribed on the side. A deft stroke of a sharpie transformed “Recycling” into “Cycling”, inspiring a flurry of ideas here at WCC headquarters, including…
15 Seconds
It was a typical day at the office – I was shaving my legs and bossing around the soigneurs when a call came in from a local TV station asking for “Winnipeg Cycle Chick”. I quickly snatched the phone from…
Oh Hesjedal!
If you heard a loud and unsettling noise this morning at around 11 am, it was the sound of my head exploding with joy and pride as Canadian Ryer Hesjedal time-trialled his way into cycling history. He went into today’s time…
Burning Love
If you’re the type that loves riding through mud and sand on fat, knobby tires, dodging trees, roots, rocks and such, then you might want to get your hairy-legged self to Sandilands Provincial Forest this Sunday for the second Manitoba…