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This morning I saw this photo on Cyclelicious and I realized something about myself. I am just jealous of all the cool things Lance Armstrong gets to do.

Really good article on studded tires for the winter over on Cyclelicious. I have been indecisive about studded tires. I wanted to see how bad it would be without them. But maybe, given the way people around here drive, it’s better to be safe than dead.

m133s from MonkeyLectric.com, yeah.

So the other night I was riding home on Hackett. Hackett can be a little tight sometimes, especially during rush hour. This car passed me a little closer than I like, and I waved, and I muttered and smiled. Today I find this article about what you should do if you actually get hit by [...]

After work I went to Downtube and explained the mess my rear derailleur had become. The guy told me all I needed was a pulley, and he found one. I asked about the missing nut, and he explained that the bolt actually screws into part of the derailleur- there is no nut. I was very [...]

So I’m riding home from work today and I stop at the light to wait to make a left onto Hackett. I was in the middle of shifting up a gear when I stopped. I tried to get it to jump while stopped, by lifting my bike off the ground and spinning the pedals, but [...]

Also want to mention this contest called “Light Up Your Ride.” They say: Show us how you make your bike or yourself much more visible at night to the cars passing you and win a pair of the brand spankin’ new Bike to Work Pants from Cordarounds! These pants aren’t just stylish...

Wow, man, it was 56 when I left for work this morning. I could’ve worn shorts. (Fortunately, I have pants with legs that zip off and become shorts, so if it’s this warm on the ride home- look out Albany.)

(or maybe a sticker, or patch to be worn on one’s messenger bag) You’re just jealous because you’re a wuss.

Ice around the edge of a puddle. First time I’ve seen that this season. Horizontal sunlight hitting a tree on the Sage campus, lighting it up like brass. My steaming breath, looking into the sunlight at the intersection of Myrtle and Delaware.