Robot’s Useless Reviews – Ecstasy
Look, I'm not telling you to do party drugs. I'm certainly not advocating that you invest in a Costco-sized box of glow sticks or buy yourself a pair of metal underpants. I'm…
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TCI Friday
I was talking with Stevil about a possible future project. We don't really know each other, so we were just trying to see if we had enough common mental ground to "work"…
Robot’s Useless Reviews – Pickle Juice
It would be churlish of me to cast aspersions on anything cyclists choose to put in their mouths in the interest of staving off dehydration, desalinization, or…
TCI Friday
I kiss my wife, pat the dog on the head, and tromp down the stairs to the basement. My bike shoes are there. My helmet is there. All the gloves and hats and warmers. The…
Escape Velocity
Nothing was green, and now everything is green, seething with greenness. The trees breathe, their leaves holding down the warm air. A breeze flutters them. They exhale again.…
Robot’s Useless Reviews – Teeth
Cycling owes a lot to teeth. So does eating corn. I'm here today to explain the relationship between those two things.
First, the number of teeth you employee to ride a…
TCI Friday
Patrick and I were talking on yesterday's Paceline about buying a bike for a kid. I'm in the process of getting my 16-year-old, who has outgrown his current bike, a new set…
A Dram-edic Reenactment
My apologies for the graphic nature of this photo. I am aware that male politicians of every stripe lose their jobs for sending images like this to people who don't want…
Robot’s Useless Reviews – Turn Signals
I learned cycling turn signals sitting cross-legged (what the kids these days call 'crisscross applesauce') on the floor of the school library at a bicycle safety class in…
TCI Friday
If you've been listening to our Paceline podcasts, you've heard me talk about some older bike gear, a Walz wool hat and a pair of SIDI mountain shoes, that I love, not only…