The Bike-Eye View
"Smell was another gift from my bike journeys. The scent of food would lead my face and turn me toward their origins. The daily dishes were diverse. There...
childhood
Middle-Aged Man in Lycra (MAMIL)
As the light rays reflected from a frame of aluminium painted in a hue of greys My memory ignited like a flame The flame covered my vision As my eyes opened for...
Four Wheeled Two-Wheeler
Hurriedly, she thought she rode down that narrow road Through the thick, white snow, toward the rusty pole "Three houses left till she reaches the goal," whispered her older cousin...
Life of a Cyclist
Cycling has been an enduring part of my life since I was a kid, as I took to riding at an early age with other children in my...
The Joy of Cycling
Until I was around thirteen, I never owned a bicycle. At that age, my father bought me one and taught me how to ride, although I didn’t know...
Like Riding a Bike
Ready?" John asked. "Are you ready?" Lara countered. "The house was bad enough." "Oh, good grief," Darrin said, bending over to grab the rope handle on the garage door. "I'll do it." He gave...
Memories from My Early Years
"If I could turn back time and ride with my grandfather more often or take more summer trips through town, I'd happily turn in the keys to my...
Cycling to Vasanthapura
Benny was the first to come up with the idea that we should cycle to his village on the outskirts of Bangalore. It was August, and we eagerly...
The Competition and the Medal
Janet enjoyed riding her cute pink bicycle every Saturday, which her father had gifted on her 10th year birthday. After cleaning the house and eating her breakfast, which usually...
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...