I got a note from the building manager this morning, hand-delivered by one of the maintenance guys. “Please call me A.S.A.P.” It’s one of those things where I still get very, very, very, nervous. I suppose there’s a certain level of nervousness that goes along with it, but given my history with landlords, well, for […]
“Cold and wet as a dog’s nose,” is how the forecast started in Monday’s edition of the Daily Fishwrapper. “Brief cameo appearance by the sun possible towards the end of the week,” it concluded. Someone there has been taking creative writing classes. It’s a mighty big dog too. The cold and wet permeates everything. Even […]
Writing about the rest of the weekend, a week ago now, is a bit more delicate. Time was, when anything that happened in my presence was fair game and I wrote about other people’s lives as much as my own. We know where that lead and I’ve learned that’s wrong. On the other hand, I […]
Friday night, I had trouble sleeping. It was mostly anticipation excitement over travel. I awoke at 3:30 and finally gave up and got out of bed at 4:30. I briefly considered walking over to the Public Market to get some fresh apples to take, but the cold and rain changed my mind. I was already […]
Got back from CBC’s in Long Island late this afternoon. It was a superlative weekend—despite the rain and gloomy skies. I met CBC’s roomie, the two cats, Ivan and Jake, and the three tanks of fish. (The fourth one, 180 gallons, isn’t filled yet.) I also met her mom, step-dad, little brother and grandmother. Along […]
Blame Von. And I’m taking the liberty of extending this first part back an additional ten years. Twenty years ago In the autumn of 1985 I was ten years out of high school and had just taken a new job with a small interstate trucking company. Tasked with computerizing the entire company, I was in […]
I like Saturdays. The week is over and I have a day or two to myself to do things I want to do without having to watch the clock so I’m not late for this thing or that. I even like the Saturdays when I have to work. The bus schedule on Saturday doesn’t quite […]
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Someday we’ll all look back on this, and plow right into a parked car.
Just as man evolved from four feet to two, some have evolved from four wheels to two.
Tourers and commuters are a lot alike. Both breeds usually choose a sturdy, yet no-nonsense bike, and both usually have to carry more than your usual OCP roadie. We take tips, tricks, and underground secret information from almost every other type of cyclist, chew it up, and spit out a form of cycling science that manifests itself as a fusion of both basic transportation and recreational riding all at once.—ax0n
You shouldn’t anthropomorphize bikes. They don’t like it when you do that—JustBrowsing
Somewhere on gayforums.net there’s a thread that goes “I just shaved my legs and got some tight lycra shorts. Do you think it would make look like a cyclist or not?”—From yet another “Does wearing lycra make me look gay?” thread on bikeforums.net
I don’t hate cars per se, but the lifestyle they encourage is as lethal and self-destructive as any drug.—Cosmoline
I guess for me it boiled down to a realization that a bike was the right tool for the job. Using a 3,000 pound vehicle move me and my briefcase 2.5 miles to work everyday was like using a steamroller to press my shirts—they'd be wrinkle free, but an iron would be a better choice.—chocula
Starve a terrorist—ride a bike to work. It’s not just good for the environment, it’s good for civilization.—NotAsFat
When all the gasoline runs out, the Priuses are going to be dead on the side of the road right beside the Hummers.
Who is more patriotic, the person who commutes to work on a bike, or the guy who slaps a US flag decal on his SUV that gets 12 miles per gallon?—Jim Caple (ESPN)
I’m on the odd side of now but the right side of history.—Woodog
What’s the point of a bike if you can only ride it on weekends and you can’t even carry anything with you?—madfiNch
I don’t ride to save the environment, auto fuel, money or even to get exercise. I ride because I enjoy it and as a consequence, I get the benefit of the other things.—Charles Vail
What I need is a tandem, a squash racquet and a daring & ruthless accomplice. Is anyone in?—Chris L
My two favorite things in life are libraries and bicycles. They both move people forward without wasting anything. The perfect day: riding a bike to the library.—Peter Golkin
If one is going to be hedonistic and NOT actually in Jamaica, well bicycles ain’t such a bad way to go.—PansyPalmetto
Skilled city cyclists move through traffic like gazelles through a field of fat cows.—JoeyBike
Biking isn’t a sport because anybody can do it. I can bike, you can bike. For goodness sakes, my mother can bike! You don’t see her on the cover of Sports Illustrated, do you?—jack002
Bicycles move with the flow of the Earth—Nikki Giovanni
Let’s have a moment of silence for all those Americans who are stuck in traffic on their way to the gym to ride the stationary bicycle—US Rep. Earl Blumenauer (D-OR)
Putting slicks on a mountain bike is like putting a dress on your best friend Bob. He still won’t look like a woman, and he won’t ride like one either.—Platypius
They’re just bikes. Ride ’em in the rain, salt, snow and crap to fully appreciate them.—Mike Zanconato
One of the best things about bicycle commuting is that it can mitigate the displeasure of having to go to work.—BikeSnobNYC
When you approach an intersection think of the cars as affectionate cats that are going to try to rub themselves against you.—BikeSnobNYC
It’s like bikes. Give yourself a budget. Then double it.—grscha
Rule 9: If you are out riding in bad weather, it means you are a badass. Period.—The Rules
I ride to work just because I enjoy it, but I keep getting told it’s for other reasons.—ThermionicScott
If I only rode my bicycle on nice days I wouldn't be a cyclist. I'd be just another old fat man with a bicycle hanging in his garage.—Dave Cutter
I took Brucew's advice ... Perfect!— ScooterDobs