Unless your heart’s made of Duke coal, you’ve been mourning a fast growing list of dead rock stars in this current year of our Lord 2016. Perhaps they saw a shit storm a’ comin’ by way of our ever-more depressing political prospects this election and decided it was time to migrate to that VIP section… Continue reading Bowie and Prince are Dead, Long Live the Bowie vs Prince Ride!
I used to live in a run-down shack of a house on the corner of SE 50th and Lincoln built as a general store in the 1920s. The floors were all uneven, there were drafts everywhere, and the kitchen was home to a rat the size of a small dog. We had a rotating tap… Continue reading Le Tour de Gentrification: a Serious Fucking Bummer, but also Beer.
This has been a lousy year so far for America’s Cycling Capital. Last month, a bunch of businesses along a major bike corridor co-signed a letter whining that if the city replaces spaces for free car parking with better, safer, sexier bike lanes, they might lose business to drivers, and so fire off their NIMBY… Continue reading Portland: Welcome to America’s Parking Capital?
Pedalpalooza is over in Portland for the year. All the corking and fire and mayhem and drinking camaraderie was as enjoyable as ever. It’s always a bit disheartening when Pedalpalooza ends, largely because you don’t want the fun to stop. The other downside is returning to the drudgery of common life and the realizations that… Continue reading Cycling Past the Grave of the CRC.
If you’re reading this, that means spring has sprung and bike-fests like Pedalpalooza are just weeks away. As a lover of the Earth and all things fun, it is your ecological duty to pull your bike out of storage and get it tuned up. It’s time to ride. But come next next fall, you’re not going to put… Continue reading No More Excuses. You Are Traffic.