This post is in response to the increasing hostility I have encountered lately while riding west of our fair city. Today while out on a group ride, a truck travelling in the oncoming lane intentionally swerved into our lane, then gave…
Three years ago I made the executive decision that my son would no longer play soccer. Watching him run halfheartedly after a soccer ball in a swarm of other children was unbearably boring, and sitting on the sidelines listening to…
As you are all aware, the Giro D’Italia starts tomorrow morning at 8:30am CDT. If we are lucky, by the time we get to work it will still be streaming and we can use the Friday Sicky’s* computer to watch…
At long last I can share with you the finished product. The whole affair took longer than the gestation period of a human baby (exactly a year, in fact), and like most babies, it was a hell of a lot…
Not one to be deterred, Terry donned his favourite race kit and sparkling white shoes, and pumped his tyres to an immoderate 160 psi. “In your face, Mother Nature!”, he screamed in Italian, as he sped off through the slush,…
CycleChick headquarters has gone through some changes of late. The army of minions is ever-growing, and minions need stuff like desks, pay checks, orientations, and health plans. World domination, as it turns out, is quite time consuming. But time has…
If you ask most cyclists where the birthplace of cycling is, the majority will say “Italy”. Those that don’t are likely either French or Belgian, and are most probably drunk. When I think about cycling in the classic sense, the…
I was not feeling confident going into Actif Epica this year. I was plagued with equipment problems, and then there was the added factor of this being the harshest winter we have experienced in these parts since the Depression. But I…
Sunday morning ride with JP and David. -28°C temperature, -42 windchill. 35 kilometers. Espressos, a flat tire, and some dancing. In your face, winter.
Terry has had it with winter, so he decided to go for a road ride on Sunday. He asked his wife’s permission, because that is what we do when we want to stay married. She told him he could go,…