Why Don’t You Get a New Bike?
Why don't you get a new bike? the passing biker said without waiting for a response. But I have an answer. I've ridden the same bike for over forty years. I got it...
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.
Movement, Wind, and Mastery
“I knew I had given him a wonderful gift: to be able to taste the joy of movement, wind, and mastery.”Jenni Ho-Huan During school break, we loved to...
Name Him Jack
My dad had a bicycle he loved so much, almost a human Jack by name. Every morning, when was on his way out, he would say, “Jack, are you ready to go with...
Our Last Ride
It’s been a while since my last ride It was Sunday It was sunny My father and I were cycling We were so happy But, I did not know That it was my last ride Now...
The Kid in Us
We were at my parents' house for the holidays, a family reunion of sorts. My brother, his wife, his kids, and mine, my husband — we were all...
Tortoise and the Hares
Dodging puddles, potholes, sodden leaves, A tortoise shell on my back. Biking amidst autumn morning rush, Breathing builds the heat I lack. Traversing intersections blithely, The hums of hares feel neural. Hot tails fussing...
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 air Balmy be it winter or summer And it made...
Lost In the Light
“Into the broad daylight, you will see me shine,” Wyatt said and gazed at me while we were cycling through the neighborhood. The soothing breeze lightly touched my skin;...
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, smiles, and tears. I got a pink ten...
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 that is all around me. What is this breeze...