I remember being stuck in traffic… on a public bus filled with people who were slightly too close to me. Angry raindrops were hitting the roof as if it owed them money. My eyes filled with jealousy upon detecting a cyclist on the most generic 26-er passing next to the window. It felt as if…
Once you join the bike life, it creates one of the many filters through which you observe the world. Before that point, when a bicycle passes next to you, you don’t even notice it. It’s a ghost that you can only feel but never see. But once you are part of the crew, your perception…
Hello, I am Ru a.k.a. not your dad nor your mom. Your feelings are irrelevant to me. All that matters to me is serving truth and sometimes that requires brutal honesty. Today, I will teach you why bicycle commuting with a backpack/rucksack screams “I am a noob who doesn’t know what he’s doing.” Let’s go….