Letting Go
My father used to hold the handlebars And never let me ride alone Until one day I finally got it. I used to put my feet on the...
perspective
Back in the Saddle
Alone in a dark corner of the shed, it sat untouched for years, until one day it caught my eye. I don't know why that day was different,...
A Bench on the Lake
Darrell Preston A bench on the lake where he bicycled with his daughter says his name: Darrell Preston, an internationally known, prize-winning journalist, an avid bicyclist, and my...
Pedaling Away the Blues
I guess it was the cycle home that made me notice. I'd ride along, rusty chain clinking in unison with the pedal’s thumping click, as they both swung...
Mr. K
“You need to keep your elbows in; they stick out too far, especially your right one. That alone could cost you a tenth of a second per lap.”...
On Two Wheels
Today, the blue skies beckon me still, even when they're grey across the city on two wheels is how I start my day. When traffic trundles to a...
A New Cycle
The air inside the bus tasted stale. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head, hoping to distract myself with the scene outside. Grey roads, grey buildings, grey...
Growing Up With Cycling
“Despite my—now terrified—mother’s objections, nothing would stop me from getting back on. My bike was now almost entirely ingrained in who I was, and that suited me just...
The Cycle and Me: A Love Story
"Now that I live in Ireland, I see that the Irish have the same love for cycling as the Danish, so there’s still some hope remaining that I’ll...
A Piece of Metal With Two Wheels
“It's true what they say, "Once you learn how to ride a bike, you never forget."Amina Bikes. Cycles. BMXs. Like many other awestruck children, I spent a good...