Mtyh: Cyclist Don’t Pay for Roads

Pedal to the metal, the sticky 2-litre bottle of mountain dew precariously fitting in the already over-sized cup holder.  A dragon waking roar comes out of the F-350 with a small press of the gas.  Dip spit splats on the ground as the made-in-America F-350 navigate a road so slim that it looks native to Europe.  On the side of the road, a spandex clad person pedals his way down the street. Oncoming traffic makes it impossible to pass the cyclist safely, the fifty-something year old, lets out a primal growl.
“I would run over those damn bike jockeys if the president wouldn’t throw me in jail over it!”
As soon as there is a clearing, the F-350 kicks up a gear, the bear of a truck roars, RPMs soar like the US deficit.    The F-350 escapes from the close encounter with the cyclist.

Why you Should Avoid the Department Store When Buying a Bike

RIP Kranked DSXC

Meet the first bike I bought, a Kranked DSXC (2011) from Canada’s entrenched department store: Canadian Tire.  To many, it looks like a marvellous symphony of metal, rubber and plastic, working together to turn simple rotational peddling into a rolling force onward.