Bike Rider got a flat. A big ol’ tack nail in her tire. The sharp piece of metal lodged itself so firmly it didn’t even deflate the tire upon penetration. Just a slow burn, taunting the rider of the eventual doomed commute home. It’s winter. It’s cold. A cycling windbreaker was no match for Chicago’s [...]
I was on a bike. He was in his car, his window cracked. “I love you,” he said flatly. Loud enough for me to hear, not loud enough for me to smash his side mirror with my U-Lock. He wasn’t on the phone, he was speaking to me. This was a cat call. But it [...]
While biking home… I found myself behind a real ass. A butt. A literal butt. A cyclist, unfortunately a slave to fashion, wearing jeans too tight and low for his larger frame. His shirt rose above his haunches, exposing a rump. Slightly plump, it mirrored a woman’s cleavage, or as if Cupid’s rosy cheeks had [...]
