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So, after work, I did my usual thing of heading down to Westport to meet up with the folks I go riding with on Wednesday nights. Since the weather’s been so crazy hot, the last few times, the group has been small–in some cases, just the ride leader and me. So I show up, and […]

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So, I’m airing up my back tire, which has had a slow leak. When I was unscrewing the tip of the Presta Valve, I noticed that it looked a little cockeyed, but I didn’t think much of it. However, when I was pulling the head of the tire pump back off, that whole little screw-cap-and-shaft […]

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1. I’ve got four zinnias and a marigold blooming now, so the inundation of psychedellic floral color riots is drawing nigh. I can’t wait for my lot-wide hedge of orange, yellow, pink, and purple flowers to take off and start rioting. 2. The morning rain broke around 11:00 and at around 12:00 I decided the […]

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My cat is a camera-whore who is also very curious about this new, blue thing leaning against her favorite sofa (as usual, click the image for a larger version) Cat-free photos of the Girly-Burley. I know it doesn’t look like the sterotypical “women’s bike,” but the Burley McKenzie is a women’s specific bike. What can […]

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Very quick update

I just rode home from midtown at a very, very great rate of personal speed. I bit the bullet. I bought the Burley. HOLY SHIT, it’s fun! There will be photos later.

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For reasons I can’t quite put a finger on, I’m stressed out and going all freaky. My moods have been all the fuck over the place today. I started out the day in a deliriously, obnoxiously happy mood, and have been sinking as the day wore on. Made an asshole out of myself in an […]

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On the way home from the grocery store, a thought clicked into my brain. My brain stiffened up a moment, then gave itself a stern talking-to. It said: “You know what? You know what? Fuck it! You spent twice the price of that bike and then some to keep a car you fucking hated on […]

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dithering…

I have a problem. I’m unable to buy myself non-essential stuff, especially not big-ticket items. I talked myself out of the exact pair of Doc. Marten maryjanes that fit like they were already broken in because I just couldn’t hork up $98 on the day I’d spent nearly $400 to get my glasses fixed. I […]

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