Tag: Tweed Ride

I’m sorry, I don’t really care about your fractured collarbone

I’ve ranted about random emails/messages/FB friend requests before. I’ve gotten to the point where I just usually ignore and move on, as they’re usually from guys and usually have a smarmy vibe to them.  But the latest one left with me a twinge of sadness. Last summer, I inexplicably became a big biking fan overnight Read more…

Doing things solo #2

My solo activity of the week, the Tweed Ride.  Dress up like a Brit and ride from English pub to English pub on your bike.  Brilliant!  Started at the Globe at 1pm, then to a Polish bar where they gave out free polish sausage, then to the Handlebar by 4pm.  This is where I had Read more…