One of the best things about having a bike blog is that people send you all sorts of sweet bike related stuff to read about and look at. But for someone who is easily distracted, of limited means and even less…
This February I have committed to doing (or at least attempting to do) the 130-ish kilometre Actif Epica winter race from St. Malo to Winnipeg. Because if something has the word “Epic” in it, I’m in. Of course the challenge…
After all this talk about riding indoors, I decided to torture myself by cracking open my summer vacation photos. Sometimes I also light myself on fire and poke myself with scissors – just for fun. This was the second year…
It’s that time of year. You either love it or you hate it. And if you are a non-skiing skinny tire freak like me, the arrival of the winter means it’s time to retreat to the pain cave, suffer den…
I’ve taken a lot of flack over the uncut steering tube on my new bike. If you are as confused as I was about what that is, in simplest terms it’s the part that attaches the fork to the frame,…
After bringing my new baby into the shop for a little nip tuck job (that I will explain in a later post once I have recovered from the trauma), Alter Boy James surprised me by lending me some new reading…
As far as bike maintenance goes, there isn’t much I feel comfortable doing myself. I change my tires and tubes, lube my chain, but otherwise I am just the the engine and leave the hard and messy stuff to the…
Saturday night I stayed up way past my bedtime. But sometimes when the good times are flowing it’s best to just go with it. The evening stared at 4:30 with the official Annual General Meeting of the Manitoba Cycling Association….
Back in May, I was asked to give a presentation at Pecha Kucha, an event where a number of speakers have 20 seconds to talk about 20 images on a topic of their choice. The audience is generally made up…
My first introduction to a bike culture was the BMX scene in the early 1980’s – a simple and carefree time when boner jokes were super funny and life experience was measured in bases. Back then, riding bikes was all…