Wow, what time is it? I have no idea. It's like I live in a sensory deprivation tank these days.
Anyway, just a couple quick things. Firstly, I've got a new column up on the Outside web presence:
Sure, you may have had it up to your helmet strap with the subject of helmets, but I daresay reading this is worth it for the story of the McDonough Street Terror alone:
They say when the wind blows right in that part of Brooklyn you can catch the ghostly stench of his sweaty tweed.
Secondly, the age of the urban fat bike has arrived:
I bet that thing eats cobbles like they're Tic Tacs.
from Bike Snob NYC http://ift.tt/2oEPXmp
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