ok dave, since this is your link bike, i’m gunna step out of the ridelugged bounds, and use a tig’ed frame.  note that if i was going to use a lugged steel frame, i’d probably pick something simple, with clean lug lines, like a waterford. dave doesn’t mind a bit of punishment.  this bike build [...]

Lugs look lovely.  Let us not overlook this basic truth.  Even the crudest lug has character to it, a statement of purpose defining the form and lending a degree of individuality to even the most mass produced joint.  What is truth in art?  By calling something beautiful rather than as Kant put it, visually agreeable, [...]

Sram shafts Super Randonneurs and tedious tweed touting tourists with wacky wonder shifter.  The new, portlier, uglier, and less ergonomic shifter adds another nail in the coffin for those who know how to shift the righteous way.  Friction of course.  Fabulously faultless and finely fine-tunable, friction is rejected by racers who refuse to reap the [...]

Charm City was boiling.  My shirt stuck to my back and my shoes were filled with perspiration.  The heat from the sidewalk burned my feet.  I was wearing jeans.  I hate jeans, but sometimes you have to play the part.  T-Bone Burnett was on the record player in my head.  Sometimes the record got stuck.  [...]

. . . . . so we had a super good turn out for the scramble.  dave got points for driving the furthest to get here.  phil got points for riding a bike that would give a cory townie a run for its money (crappynesswise).  way to many people showed up on fixed gears and [...]

1. to pedal a bicycle along the edge or gutter of a rugged or rutted path in an attempt to find less demanding, smoother passage. ex. I just rode 500km from Prague to Vienna, and some of the roads were so rough I had to paris-roubaix that shit.

. . . . Mel has been riding some sugino xd 500s for a while now, but for some reason, no matter what, they get chain suck. not every ride, not every shift, but sometimes it happens. And its not her fault. I rode it and the same thing sporatically happens to me. What gives? [...]

. By the light of the day the pimp’s yellow ochre suit is plain beige. The rotting wooden trailer out front is the same emerald green as the swing that sat under the willow tree for years after the willow had blown down in a windstorm, 15 feet from the porch where I slept, dead [...]

i was talking to a local rider and friend, and fellow penn state art program guy eric roman the other day. yesterday actually. and we were sitting at the table cory designed, and talking about people we knew, and found that we both knew a number of philly folks, and meg, so there meg, eric [...]

.. .. everyone was sitting in my backyard, about to watch anchor man on the 6 foot projection screen.  yay.  so i went for a nite ride out on my local 8 mile farm country loop.  nite rides are usually 95 percent great: sometimes they are a little too cold, and you arnt ready for [...]