"Don’t call ya blog hoovering movering," people here told me. "No one’s gunna know whatcha mean." With all due respect to everyone I knew before blogging, before I traded up to my new fancy network of […]

For twenty years I did my bicycle commuting more of less as I did my racing, on the same bike, in the same clothes, on the road, pushing hard. It was a hero act to an […]

A pedestrian bridge is the cake my Primrose baked to take to a party, leaving me to just lick the beater. It’s a mirage. A decaf espresso. A coin glued to the pavement. You know, a […]

Would you believe there are still architects around, who would find ways to hide bicycle parking? And where to from there? Hiding the people? Bicycles confer life upon buildings, a point I would like to embed […]