Useless Reviews

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…

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…

Mikey didn't like anything. And can you blame him? It was the '70s and '80s. What was there to like? His parents were wearing bell bottoms and listening to…

Last week I was sitting here in TCI's East Coast office staring blankly out the window, a glistening bead of drool pooling at the corner of my mouth, when I…

The story is very probably apocryphal, but it goes something like this. Back in the dark, bad days of peak blood doping, Bjarne Riis, as manager of a…

What if the truth were right here in front of you the whole time? What if you discovered that this human person called "Robot" was actually a robot, or more…

Instagram desperately wants to sell me a pair of pants. In fact, if I didn't know better, I'd say Instagram is a pants store. Oh sure, they show me pictures of…

Knee warmers are a stupid piece of clothing. There. The cat's out of the bag. We're still in the first paragraph. We only just got the cat into the bag,…

It goes without saying that there aren't enough Duchies anymore. Perhaps they all got passed on the left hand side. If you didn't get that joke,…

Even now, as I type, as you read, my Garmin Virtual Partner™ is out there crushing climbs and breaking hearts. S/he never stops, does not bonk, doesn't flat,…