La Vie Velominatus

The Aesthete’s Choice

It has not escaped my attention that as I've evolved away from my original profession as a software developer and moved…

9 years ago

On Looking Fantastic

Whenever I do anything, I try my best to project the confidence of Han Solo leaving the cantina after cooking Greedo…

9 years ago

The Nine Kit

Riding in bad weather is an incredible experience assuming you don't fall off and break your hip, or you don't get…

9 years ago

Inflation

My first bike was a Sears Moonlight Special. It was literally a piece of shit - figuratively. I mean, it…

9 years ago

Celeste

In grade school, a teacher once asked me to name my favorite color, a query to which I responded with the only…

9 years ago

The Cyclist

Being away from the bike is agony. Even for the day, while I'm at work, my mind swims about, thinking…

9 years ago

In Memoriam: The Funny Bike

Summer, it appears, has been snatched abruptly from Seattle's grasp, like a squeak toy from a puppy's mouth. A week ago, we were…

9 years ago

The Liberty of Suffering

The bicycle has always been a symbol of Freedom. Not just for us as children, extending the boundaries of our…

9 years ago

The Hammer and the Nail

Sometimes you're the hammer, sometimes you're the nail. I was a cheapy little Ikea one today. It was terrible. -…

9 years ago

Guest Article: Hey! Ho! Let’s Go!

We've remarked many times on the connection between the pained musician and the Cyclist. Layne Staley and Marco Pantani being a prominent…

9 years ago

La Vie Velominatus: Santoku

In Japanese, "Santoku" means "Three Virtues". Exactly which three virtues it is referring to is unclear, but I am fascinated by…

9 years ago

Lock, Sock, and Two Smoking Barrels

It used to be that you could choose any color shoes you wanted, so long as they were black and any color socks,…

9 years ago

La Vie Velominatus: Standing Grace

We are bipedal creatures. Fact. Bipedal locomotion sucks. Also a fact. This makes being a human somewhat challenging in the sense…

9 years ago

Meet Your Maker

The wheel has always fascinated me, and why wouldn’t it? It’s one of the oldest known inventions, with the earliest…

9 years ago

Shadow Boxing

In the 1989 Tour de France, Laurent Fignon was on the rivet. Close to collapse. But his Directeur Sportif noticed that…

9 years ago

The Book and the Cover

I rode with a rider I know from work a few weeks ago. The first time we sat in a meeting together,…

9 years ago

Voyeurs

We are a sick lot. We have no morals whatsoever. I understand why others are wary of us, why café patrons reel in…

9 years ago

Defining Moments: Dust Caps

I genuinely miss the eighties. Funny Bikes, which I say without thinking this though. Then again, time trial bikes today are…

9 years ago

Short But Sweet

My lungs feel my favorite way my lungs can feel. Every breath I take tells me the whereabouts of each alveolus. They feel…

10 years ago

La Vie Velominatus: Gun Envy

Three things define a Cyclist: their ability to crush fools, their ability to Look Fantastic, and the Magnificence of their Guns. If…

10 years ago