Life is full of little miseries: ingrown toenails; Lady Gaga songs played in public forums; and inferior coffee that has not been properly prepared by means of a Japanese slow-dripping apparatus are just a few of the things that can make your day seem …

First of all, if in the past day or so you’ve grown bored with what you’re reading on this blog and your eyes have wandered over to the right margin of the page, you may have noticed an advertisement for the “Just Coffee Cooperative,” a caffeinated bev…

Here in New York this past weekend, we were visited by a severe storm that caused trees to fall, power to fail, and rumpus rooms to flood throughout the area. While some actually chose to race bicycles in these conditions (venturing into a deadly stor…

If you’re a cycling fan, it can be tempting to want to own a piece of the sport’s history. For example, some people get very excited about owning bicycles that once belonged to professional racers. Personally, I feel like owning a bicycle that once b…

(My cockpit rehabilitated, by CommieCanuck)Cyclists, “techies,” and other forms of dork are still abuzz over a popular search engine’s addition of a cycling option to their widely-used mapping function. Previously, these options only included driving,…

If you’re reading this blog and someone else hasn’t printed it out for you, chances are you use the “Internet.” And if you use the Internet, you’re no doubt aware by now of two major news stories. Firstly, actor Corey Haim has died. Secondly, a popu…

As I mentioned in my previous post, yesterday I (or, more accurately, my Scattante) was the victim of a brazen cockpit theft. Well, I’m pleased to report that yesterday evening I performed approximately 20 minutes of cockpit reconstruction surgery on …

In a crime that may or may not be retaliation for last week’s “ANTgate” affair, the stem, handlebars, brake levers, and grips (or, in bike review parlance, the “cockpit”) of my beloved mehloved Scattante Empire State Courier were stolen at precisely lu…

This past weekend, the weather in New York City turned suddenly from craptacular to spring-tastic, and while there’s ample time for throwable forms of precipitation such as snow to fall one can be forgiven for feeling as though the worst may be behind …

(“Stop him! He’s killing track bikes!”)In these uncertain times, many of us find ourselves searching for meaning. For example, I have chosen to worship a Lobster God (beware of false prophets), to whom I pray for guidance, protection, and discounts. …