California – The Arrival
Prologue: My recent trip to California to ride for a week was perfect in every sense but the fact that my day (and often night) job refused to be ignored. As a result, the evenings I normally would have spent…
All About Oulu
Back in the fall, I was invited to sit in on a CBC discussion about active transportation (as opposed to the inactive type, where the only exercise you get is texting or (if you’re me) giving people the finger). As…
A Very Special Day. Two Very Special Jerseys.
Saturday might have appeared to some as a pretty ordinary day – at best, maybe Stuperbowl Eve. Here at CycleChick Headquarters, however, even though we were a little sad about missing out on the Winnipeg caravan to Cyclocross Worlds in…
Lindsay Gauld Clocks a Cool Million
“I suppose it’s a testament to a simple or easily amused mind, but I’ve been keeping track of my mileage ever since I started cycling in 1965. I saw a graph in a British cycling magazine in my first week…
Will the Truth Set Us Free?
I’m spent. After so much talk, speculation, and analysis, the confession finally comes. After years of denial, lawsuits, threats and soap boxing, Lance Armstrong has finally admitted publicly that he doped. Of course for many of us, this was no…
Operación Muerto Jersey
You know you want one. Resistance is futile. Order it here by Saturday, January 19. If you’re interested in the story, read on. Every so often, a project comes your way that you cannot refuse. When my friend Hal originally…
Shit Happens
The other night we bid a fond farewell to our good friend and commissaire extraordinaire Colin Antaya. It was fond in every sense except the fact that he is leaving us and moving to Brandon. Regardless, we sent him off…
Top 10 of ’12
Well good people, it’s as good a time as any to reach deep into the annals of the year and celebrate those select posts that probed and subsequently tickled our collective fancy. Or at the very least were met with…
California Dreaming
A thick blanket of sparkling white snow covers the ground and my thoughts turn to the most blessed time of the year – a time that fills my heart with warmth, joy and anticipation: Spring Training. Being a recreational cyclist…