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...
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...
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...
"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...
“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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
[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...
"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...