My Old Friend
Words have been thrown like knives, and now there's nothing more to say. The silence is deafening as I stare down at the blank screen on my phone....
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.
Have You Always Wanted to Bike Across the Country?
Below are excerpts from Brooke Marshall’s memoir, Lucky: A Story about a Gal and her Bike: Adults do this thing where we superimpose our current desires onto our past selves. “I’ve...
Freedom on Two Wheels
It's 4:59. Even if my eyes weren't dutifully tracing the triangle from my wrist to my laptop to the clock on the wall, I would be able to...
Thwarted
No torment so sweet As a brand-new bicycle Confined to the house As the rain falls. The spotless silver chain, Those glossy black tyres That smooth, gleaming paint: I cannot do it – Something within...
Chance Encounter
The wheels spun gently as the trail flowed out of view. Nothing but the thought of you. I gazed intently As the sun set anew. It wasn’t but a week since the trails, dried and...
Biking Story
[Intro] [Verse 1] Riding my bike leaving the city Everybody thinks that I’m crazy Trying not to care what they say I keep doing what makes me happy [Verse 2] Sunny day burns up my spirits Blue...
Winter Mornings on the Potomac
"Van Aert and Van der Poel never get to ride in a place like this. But, today, it is all mine." Bob Ludke I never need to set...
Life is a Bike
"Go find your high. I already found mine."Imade Omo I've never been the type to take risks. I’ve always played it safe. As a matter of fact, I never...
Ring the Bell
I gave away my bike in 2012 My marriage was on the rocks I had bad mental health Most days I couldn't look at myself One day, I disappeared From my marketing...
Doug and the Yellow Unidentifiable Object on a Bicycle
Third Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest Five AM. I drag my ass out of bed every day at that time. I have to turn on a light six months of...