The Crimson Envelope
Carrying a pile of mail and grey envelopes, I left through the post office door and prepared myself for the first tour of the day. Balancing myself on...
Cycling Stories
Bicycles are a common denominator among almost all of us, regardless of the part of the world or the culture in which we live.
Whether for work, transportation, fitness, enjoyment, or all of the above, bikes, specifically — and the experience of pedaling two wheels, generally — binds us together.
Here, we explore the cycling experience from riders all over the globe, by sharing their stories and the unique perspectives that only biking provides.
Death by Bison
So, this is how I die. Mauled to death by a herd of angry bison. A sole, lifeless, Lycra-clad body gored by hoof and horn marks, beneath mangled...
Love for Lavender
What if I fall and break my leg? What if I accidentally hit a cat? What if I die in a truck crash? What if... All of these what-ifs came to...
Traffic Jams
The traffic jam started on the outskirts of Pussellawa, Sri Lanka. Lorries, buses, cars, and tuk-tuks were crammed on both sides of the road. There seemed no way...
Bike Trip
With fall and winter approaching, work in Bar Harbor, Maine slowed, and I decided to take the winter off. My daughter was in college in Bellingham, Washington, and...
She Broke the Taboos
Aunty grew up in a patriarchal society where many things favor men. No woman should wear pants or uncover their hair in public, or ride a bicycle, no...
Be Brave
I deserve the sadness, don’t I? Because I can’t pick myself up I can’t just go and do it Like a scared, little pup My dreams are not big I just want to ride...
Quickly, I Move
Quickly I move, Down the valley I go. And then...I lose control, And down the valley I roll. My bicycle follows suit, Its parts dismantle one by one. Blood oozes out of my knees, Excruciating pain...
Road Trip
My front wheel hits the gravel. Wham! I skid into a drowning ditch, splashing goopy crud onto Mario. Cornfields align with my left and right. Both knees are...
Wind
The caress of the sun against my face The hum of birds chirping and leaves blowing The scent of still-damp soil from the rain that poured the previous...