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Hosted a bicycle tourist. Turns out he was a homeless guy.

on October 05, 2023

Bicycling Personal shitshows

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That time I booted roommate out of our Texas hotel room

on May 06, 2023

Bicycling Personal shitshows

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Here's what I was doing at age 17. Not being coddled.

on August 25, 2022

Bicycling Teenager

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7 days of faux bros at Palm Desert bicycle training camp

on August 18, 2022

Bicycling Travel stories

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Why I cheer $5 petrol, besides freedom convoys

on August 08, 2022

Bicycling Opinions

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Cyclist crashes into me during a safety lecture

on March 17, 2022

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Road bicyclists: this is for you.

on November 12, 2020

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If you need to pull over to make a phone call

There's the expression 'they can't walk & chew gum at the same time.' I'm a bicyclist. I'm keenly traffic aware, meaning I monitor all cars around me. I have a mirror on my helmet for those behind me. Anyhoots, because I ride the roads so frequently, and slowly at 15-20 mph, I can see a lot. Quite often I see a car pulled over. Because I bike a few feet away I can easily view the driver. 100% of the time they're on their phone, just like in the pic. I see this, and so do you, probably every day. We used to think they're out of gas, but now we all know they're just yapping on their phone. Here's the problem(s) with this. Problem 1: Let's say your local or state law says ya gotta pull over to yap. Any (new) car sold in the last, what? 5 years? 8 years? has Bluetooth. Your phone has Bluetooth. You can actually talk through your car stereo! Yes, crazy I know. But true. Oh wait! Your car has no Bluetooth? Or you're not sure? Or yo

In downtown Chicago, pay attention which train you board

Dateline: 2014. Location, downtown Chicago. I was at some health care conference (yuk) for a couple days. I had several hours to kill between hotel checkout and my flight home. I decided to walk around for those 3 or so hours. Walked down to navy pier, around that area. It was really hot that day. I only brought wingtip dress shoes, that was a mistake. Walking around in the heat for a few hours. It's nice there, just hot, dehydrated, needed more water. Anyhoots, finally went back to hotel to pickup my carryon bag. So had that & a laptop bag. I'm wearing shorts, wingtips, & a blazer, for the shortish train ride to Midway airport, the orange line. Costs $3, great way to get there, no traffic etc. Picture in your mind: blazer, shorts, wingtips. Leather laptop bag. Carryon small suitcase. In downtown Chicago the 'El' train has many downtown platforms, 1 story up. Works great. The trains are color coded, easy to follow via the big maps on every platform. I was sitt

Drunken ladyfriend freakouts

Dateline: various back to the aughts. With my 9 year sobriety anniversary a few days away, been noshing on the booze powered drama I've witnessed from my concubines. Separately, been saving my concert ticket stubs since college. Whilst perusing the tix boards you see below, so many memories. The sight of one made me stop and chuckle. Actually: cringe. For it was that eve we have drunken freakout #1 by... Melissa . 2012ish. Met her on tinder I reckon. Some dating app. Lived near Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis. Was a flight attendant for Delta. Sort of played guitar. She wore high heels everywhere. Stiletto high heels. This I found ridiculous but I dug her ergo didn't say anything. And, she was a boozer. As was I, back then. Only twice have I run around with fellow boozers. Two wrongs actually do not make a right. Drunken freakout A: we went to see the Old 97's band at 'First Avenue' niteclub in downtown Minneapolis. Ever seen the flick Purple Rain? That's the plac

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