Hot Summer Day
It was a hot summer day, and I was driving home along the countryside roads. The hot air and brilliant sunshine created grey shadows in the open grain...
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.
Spin Story
I try not to stare at Jeeva and his BSA on the railway tracks at Maki Station, as the two freefall over the gravel slope in front of our gate. Jeeva...
Long John and the Longest Ride
He was a strapping young man in his early twenties, full of life and promise, who was about to embark on the longest ride of his life—one he...
My Friend
Two wheels of my cycle Are like my best friend, which help me to take a step to achieve my goals. Two pedals are the encouragement of a true friend, to put in...
Revival
COVID lockdown, jammed vehicles Stirred to expose my old bicycle My old parents had exigency of medicine I remember Didn’t forget In the scorching June noon On rough and ruined road People scoffed at me For being a...
Ved
Ved was cycling under an overpass when suddenly the road collapsed. He felt a huge hit and went numb, as darkness suddenly encircled him. It all happened in a...
Black Pearl
Going on the same ride My companion is in vain Time's not a problem, nor any season I call her 'black pearl" for some reason The same two wheels that slide I pedal...
The Steep Hill
The downhill slopes Help me the most The wind on my face It’s freeing in a way And then, I turn right To my own dear fright A hill that's so steep My legs beg...
Thrills, Cheap Ones!
It started when a young boy often visited his friend next door, and they would play together with their small toys. Their sisters would join the fun-tivity, pillows...
The Perfect Bike
I walked past it every day, where it sat in a shop window. I wanted it so badly; the perfect color, shape, and size. "Not yet," I was...