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A Cherished Freedom

A freedom so profound and subtle I miss each and every day When my hair flew haphazardly Every which way Caressed ticklish by the…

Lost In the Light

“Into the broad daylight, you will see me shine,” Wyatt said and gazed at me while we were cycling through…

Mom Was Right

I have a whole history with bikes, It's gone on for thirty years. I have both good and bad memories, a lot of emotions,…

The Only One

What is the sound I cannot hear? The sound, not ringing in my ear. Wow! What is the beauty I see? The beauty…

Sharing the Gift of Cycling

My name is Tyra. As an 8-year old child, I had no friends because I was shy and timid. I…

Perspective, Matters

No phones, head only. All alone, not lonely. Legs, cranking, rolling miles. Brain, pumping, face smiles.  Sitting here, atop my seat,Stillness, words obsolete. Hours,…

Cycling Her Dream

Walking on the streets, she wanted to go far, that naive mind, her bicycle was her star. Up in the morning till…

It’s Like Riding a Bike?

Know the expression: "It's like riding a bike?" Once you learn how, you never forget, right? “Just do it,” says Nike. But I…

Salsa Cowchipper Handlebars Review

Updated: June 16, 2020 About Salsa Cowchipper Handlebars Released in 2015, Salsa’s Cowchipper handlebars are constructed from a strong 6061-T6…

Freedom

Desire to ride my bike rose, Like a new-born bird I fell From my first flight.  I tried twice I fell from my…

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