The stuff that gets you places
Though I have a sweet inflatable kayak that I bought a few years ago, it’s been a minute since I’ve used it. I don’t think I took it out a single time last year, what with biking across the country all summer and then being fully enmeshed in school/classes and …
Earlier this week, James biked to work and texted me a bit later to say his bike felt weird on his way in, so he took it to the PSU Bike Hub to give it a check-up while he was at his office. I didn’t think too much of it, …
I love my bike shoes, despite their quirks. Both buckles are broken. Two of the four velcro straps have lost their velcroability and I continually push them back down as I ride, only to have them open again. The cleats are fully fused in place and I couldn’t readjust them …
Oh, brakes. How much I cringe at you when I try to squeeze you inconspicuously and, instead, with your uncommonly loud squealing, terrorize some hapless pedestrian crossing the street, causing them to jump in fright. How much, sometimes, I wish that the ubiquitous tale of the squeaky disc brake was …
