Downhill
If a dose of overconfidence could kill, maybe the name Tiger suits me, because I could have died more than nine times along this path. It wasn't my...
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.
The Storm
"Don't stop in front of me!" I yelled at my boyfriend, angry and frustrated, trying to weave my way through two lines of crowded cars. I didn't have...
The Present Moment
“Enjoy life now! This is not a rehearsal! There is no time for tomorrows or crying over yesterday’s spilled milk. There is only the now. You must live in the...
The Joy of a Bad Ride
I was the wind. Or so I felt, glued atop my bicycle, accelerating wildly on my way down the rocky hill, my hair frantically waving behind me as...
The Biking Crowd
"Where do they get these people from?" says Lilly as we stroll arm-in-arm along the cobblestones of Covent Garden, sidling through the early evening mass of selfie-taking tourists...
Pedaling Through Portals
Through the blood circulation coursing through my being Through the wind causing tears of admiration to run down my eyes Through the echoes of my heartbeat resounding in my head The images...
A Bike Older than Me
The sun was bright, and the wind was calm on a busy Friday morning, as I whizzed down the bus lane on US-1. About an hour later, I...
Cycling, for Me
My days are dull, repetitive, and monotonous—the same task and the same "reward" out. I get tired from working, giving my all to a corporation, for which I...
Noor Made It
“The simple mechanism of a bicycle gave Noor Rehman courage, access to education, freedom, dignity, and, most importantly, gender esteem." Noor Rehman fixed her bicycle's chain with her...
Life is Like Riding a Bike
Sparkling lights and the scent of pine sent me scurrying down the stairs. After months of waiting, Christmas morning had finally arrived. The hands on the smiley- face...