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Alley Kat, July 3rd

What:  July 3rd Alley Kat Where:  The bell tower in Baker Park, Frederick City MD.  Afterparty at Krugs Place, on east street. When: 6:30 PM How much?  8 dollars. Prizes?  Hell yes.  Crappy Prizes?  only for the losers. What to bring:  A cell phone, a blinky light, a messenger bag. Last November’s Alley Cat brought [...]

Bikes To Love, Bikes To Hate

In contrast to my previous post, I have found a

RL-FGG

This is the fixed gear conversion of my norweigan/italian formerly 6 speed friction downtuber. It is 100% due to Casey’s live g-chat assistance.

Who Likes The Trials Riding?

WSJ Schtick & The Bushwick Bike Chick

Evil, Pure Evil

“Cycling Enters the Electronic Age With a New Gear-Shifting System”

SRAM’s Indexed Immorality

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 [...]

another ride, plus august scramble wrap up.

. . . . . 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 [...]

Fast Boy Cycles

hi – we are fast boy cycles – GALLERY I know I keep giving a lot of play to the Fast Boy people but their stuff is really nice. But I’m posting this because of this caveat in their ordering policy: Your right to micro-manage the project: $500 extra. for those who don’t remebmer here [...]

The Case of the Vicious Velocipede.

It was a hot day. The kind where your fingers shrivel and melt the second you touch your seat belt buckle. Luckly, I don’t wear a seat belt. Just a smirk and a pair of well worn shoes. My shoes were talking back to me, arguing with my feet. I had blisters, and my shoes [...]