Yes, boys and girls, this Saturday it all gets underway with DarkCross. That’s only two sleeps away! I was almost too busy helping run the hype machine to remind you. Running the hype machine can almost be a full time…
In the grand scheme off things, a cracked fork is no big deal. In the somewhat smaller scheme of a bike restoration, however, a cracked fork is a fucking catastrophe. This post is about a broken fork and how my…
Being an international blogging sensation means I get all sorts of free stuff. And by free stuff I mean eye strain and parking tickets. But every so often I do get for real awesome stuff and I am happy to…
In case you missed my screams of joy followed by loathsome gloating on the interwebs, I got some pretty exciting news today. A few weeks ago I entered a contest on the Facebook for a cycling trip to Italy. It sounded…
And it’s going to be just that awesome, so we should have a party to kick it off in style while we still look good. Cyclocross Season Kick-Off Gathering Wednesday, September 4th, 7-10 p.m. The Belgian Club, 407 Provencher Blvd…
As you might have figured out by now, this bike is not going to be the all-weather work-horse commuter bike that I intended it to be. No, this bike (which has now garnered nicknames like “The Princess Bike” and “Purple…
Altona is a small Mennonite town in Southern Manitoba, surrounded by a million other small Mennonite towns. In Altona, there is a group of bicycle enthusiasts, appropriately called the Altona Bicycle Enthusiasts, or ABES, which I think is pretty darn…
Ninety-nine percent of great adventures end happily, and serve to inspire each other to step outside of our beige tupperware boxes and go farther. Do more. The other 1% – the adventures we don’t like to talk or think about…
Reason 3,487 to love The Wrench – over the summer they will be offering a series of workshops geared (no pun intended) specifically to women and LGTB folks who want to get down and dirty with some bike anatomy in…
On Saturday morning I was (what else) observing the eighth stage of the Tour de France when a message from my friend Jason Carter came in that Lindsay Gauld was in St. Malo. Which was pretty weird, since St. Malo…