On River Road last Saturday, coasting along in arm warmers and an awesome Castelli vest, layered over my thickest jersey layered over a baselayer, I noticed that despite the spectacular sight of trees going from blonde to fire-hydrant red, and the not-freezing-yet temperatures, there just weren’t that many people out. No one seemed to pass [...]
Entries from October 28th, 2010
what i saw on my ride [saturday]
October 25th, 2010 · 2 Comments · what i saw on my ride
River Road + Autumn = Pretty Gorgeous Ride …Annnnd I’m even getting better at the whole falling thing!
Tags:nyc·river road·what i saw
tour des livres
October 14th, 2010 · 4 Comments · reviews, things in print
The thing I miss most about taking public transport – other than the oversized handbags digging into my side or being pushed next to guys who have B.O. strong enough to kill a horse – is that there is really no safe way to read on a bicycle. I’ve thought about audio books but have [...]
Tags:alberto contador·bill strickland·cadel evans·christian vande velde·fabian cancellara·jens voigt·Lance Armstrong·schlecks·tommy voeckler·tour de lance
the sunday breakaway streak
October 12th, 2010 · 1 Comment · nyc, road rides
Yup, true to my predictably unreasonable and stubborn nature, I did that Chinese Bakery Ride again this past weekend and DID NOT GO TO THE CHINESE BAKERY. It’s a work in progress okay? [And by “it” I mean “trying new things and being more sane.”] My excuse – like Mike’s last time – was that [...]
the chinese bakery ride
October 7th, 2010 · 2 Comments · road rides
I am an expert at not doing things that one is supposed to do. I don’t mean things like getting to work on time [although sometimes I have trouble with that], brushing my teeth on a regular basis, or showering more than once a week. I’m talking about that rack full of awesome designer stuff [...]
Tags:chinese bakery ride·nj·tenafly
goodbye to the rapha cycle club
October 5th, 2010 · 3 Comments · bike shops, nyc, style
I bounced down the stairs, my just barely covered feet soundlessly skipping down the smooth stone stairs, shoes in one hand, the other alternately hovering over the banister and pinning the Rapha bonk bag, borrowed from Mike, to my hip. A thought occurred to me that I might very well crash head first into one [...]