Chemistry is hard. That’s why most American students put it off until the end of their K-12 years. That’s why university professors allow cheat sheets. That’s why Nikwax employs a gaggle of white lab-coated PhDs on our research and development team. Those scientists have dedicated more than 30 years to
The true spirit of the holiday season has very little to do with your gourmet capabilities, hands-y TSA agents or social calendars bursting to near implosion. Alas, these are the pressures we willingly and not-so-willingly hoist upon ourselves for a seven week period every year’s end. Dear readers, please release
We once knew a ski bum, who lived up to the full glory of the term. For over 20 years, he skied every day of the winter, regardless of conditions. His pre-season routine had always been to hang out with friends, drink some beer and start skiing as soon as
I saw you at a Seattle 3-Step Gear Rehab support group. You were wearing a purple 2-layer jacket, but you called the color eggplant or cabernet or Manchurian sunset or something. Me: I was wearing a pair of jeans with a short-sleeve plaid button up and flip-flops. I was shy.
Hello our dear, sweet Flip Flops, Thanks for taking the time to read this. We thought we’d start easy—because what we have to say isn’t going to be, well, easy. So first, thank you for just reading this. When you’re done with this letter, please join us in the living
There comes a moment in each of our lives when our sweat-stained, odor-absorbed workout gear enters the room before we do. In polite society, most of us swallow a small gag and deflect the conversation away from the assault on our noses. Great authors* in history had no such compunction.
In our ongoing quest to support outdoor play, plus a nod to our roots in Britain, we at Nikwax are encouraging everyone to take a new look at sports we hardcore types may have eschewed in the past. Today, we golf. In the realm of outdoor sports like skiing, climbing
SWF ISO TRP: Single white female in search of a trail running partner for early morning ascensions of the nearest 15-degree pitch climb. Prefer someone without much baggage, save for perhaps a Nathan hydration pack for runs longer than 1.5-hours. Likes: agility, scree fields and any season other than allergy season.
Blame it on calf envy. Dazzled by the legions of clipless bike commuters (and their sinewy calves) swarming past as I pedaled my commuter bike in slo-mo, I impulsively made the leap: From flat pedals with toe cages (aka “clipped”) to their clipless cousins. Newly attached to my burly green
Rain doesn’t ruin a great bike ride. To the contrary, there’s something empowering about getting off the couch in the gnarliest of conditions. A bike ride is particularly sweet when others scapegoat the weather and leave their bike hanging in the garage. No, the rain isn’t the problem. Getting wet