Obviously the result of a marketing experiment designed to test the late-90′s discovery that consumers will buy any beverage that comes in an unusual shaped bottle, the makers of kombucha decided to push this law to its limits. Not only would they provide us with less liquid than ever before and charge more for it, but...

I’m consistently amazed by my ability as a grownup to buy anything that strikes my fancy, with little or no approval. It’s this lack over oversight that has allowed me to, in a childish effort to impress shallow people, frivolously and methodically purchase the desired objects of my youth: my racecar bed with black...

I had but one goal for this year’s Cross Crusade: to win oatmeal. The fine grain-magicians at Bob’s Red Mill decided to sponsor these races by giving out free, hot, body-and-soul replenishing oatmeal at races. They also donated large bags of steel cut oats as prizes. Due to a miraculous turn of events I became...

I’ve got to get something off my chest. I’ve never ridden these wheels, these wheels I’m about to review. I have no experience with them, other than looking at them on other peoples bikes. I know a lot of review sites would frown upon reviewing a product they’ve never used. They’d throw around all...

  If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love my Sidekick phone almost as much as I love my bikes.  I never expected to care this much about a communication device—In fact, I’d always hated to talk on the phone at all.  I came late to the cell phone party and didn’t expect to stay long, but by...

It’s called chamois butter. I call it “sham WAH” butter. Because I’m French. And that is just how we say shit in France. But I’m told that nothing is more frustrating than working a stop at the Bridge Pedal, when a thousand sweaty men come up to you asking, in earnest, with double-negatives...

This could not be more obvious. But some things are so obvious that they just need to be said. Portland cyclists love Stumptown coffee. And Stumptown coffee loves Portland cyclists. It feels silly writing a review. We may as well have written a review about rain. Or bridges. Or too-tight black jeans. But we didn’t. We...