Pedal Path
Sometimes, what you love doesn't love you back. I loved bicycles. I loved their mechanics, their physics, and their inexpensive cost. So, I worked in a bicycle repair...
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.
Strangers on the Bike
Conversations with strangers never fail to entertain me, and New York City has provided me with more than enough strangers to talk to: on the train, at a...
All Around
Muzzle on my head when I'm waking up, Still, my friends ask, “Hey, what's up?" Drowning down my soul in a bottle of ice Days went in by the time ...
Dying Into the Infinite
Chotu did not dream about stars, but cycles, vanishing into his verdant village. The problem was that Papa would not agree to his soul mate. Too dangerous for an...
Transporting a Little Rocket
Year 1963, little place called Thumba Roads not so straight with potholes in between. Still, a cycle marching on the street The same route taken daily But instead of two, only one riding...
Woke Up to the Dread of the World
Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes Still furled up in the bed thread Wishing to be swirled up by some kind of dancing chimes Only silence lurked No birds chirped No...
Dreams Against Us
The moon’s light shone brightly on my face while I enjoyed my nighttime cup of coffee, trying to keep out December’s chilling breeze. A crash broke the silence,...
I Choose You to Move Me
i’m not here to tell a big story or epiphany i’m not even here (i’m in the wind, in the hinterlands, on the road, i’m in a time where no words come i’m in a time where life itself...
The Triathlon
Ted opened the heavy wooden door of The Horseshoes Pub, instantly aware of the noise and chatter filling it. He surveyed the bar area and saw his brother...
A Day in Green Fields
Even today, I reminisce about the times when I was a frequent bike rider in the village. I wore loose sweatpants, and most of the time, I circled...