The stuff that gets you places
My epic quest for a perfect water bottle is, I think, finally over. And it ends with this: (the Clean Bottle) When I say “perfect water bottle,” I mean a water bottle that fits a few criteria: It fits in my bottle cage without rattling around It’s easy to drink …
Portland is cold and wet in the winter. When one bikes through the winter here, then, one tends to also get wet–though, with the proper clothing, hopefully not too cold. I actually enjoy winter biking on the whole, but the weak point for me is always my hands and feet. …
In, oh, ten years of using only a bike for transportation, I have yet to find the perfect waterbottle solution. Since I started biking, I’ve generally used some form of the generic plastic bottle–you know, the kind where you can open it with your teeth while you’re biking and hydrate …
My poor gloves. Back in February, the universe conspired to help me get rid of two old pairs of gloves that had way outlived their usefulness but that I couldn’t quite get rid of. (If there’s anything I hate, it’s buying new stuff.) First, I dropped one of my gloves …
