The Dusty Musette

The moon is made of cheese, and so am I. At least that’s how I feel after inhaling a small drumlin of nachos. We—Val, Penn, and I—have bee...

Building a bicycle with a 12-year-old is full of surprises. Whereas an adult might see the job as a series of orderly (and in my case,...

Dear Jasper, Photo taken at Liberty Cycle, St. Catharines, Ontario I am a semi-serious cyclist, and I recently purchased my first pair...

Image from Glen Norcliffe's The Ride to Modernity Back in November I wrote about my scheme to extend my commuting season here in cen...

With the MB 2000 Project back on track, I’m turning my attention to my other winter cycling project, reading Karl Kron’s footstool of a bo...

Painting stuff is fun—not to mention satisfying. (There’s something startling about the complete cosmetic makeover a splash of paint confe...

Went out for bananas the other day and somehow ended up at the bike store. Not sure exactly how this happened. I have no distinct mem...

It's February again, and anyone who knows me also knows that it's time for my annual pilgrimage down to Arizona for the 24 Hours i...