Bravo

It’s amazing how nice things become when you take motor vehicles out of the mix and you just let humans loose. Bravo to Atlanta Streets Alive yet again for giving back our public spaces to people doing a wide variety of things besides driving, if only for a few hours. I wish every day could…

And yet she’s happy

There is usually a crowd here, but today, no. Some big football game, I hear, may be calling folks elsewhere. The trail stretches out in front of Attica and me, sun dappling through the tree canopy, the first of the fall leaves crunching underneath as we roll over them. We pick up speed, as she…

Free bike class for women

Remember how much fun it used to be to ride your bike? Wanna get back out there and feel that freedom again, or thinking about biking to school with your kids, bike-commuting to work (even if it’s just for the final mile or so), running errands, using bikeshare when you travel or around the City of…

The only constant is change

The only constant is change. This public sculpture is now gone. A new one by the same artist (the extraordinary William Massey) is in the works.

Beautiful moments

Beautiful moments like these happen when you empower seniors to get back on bikes (in this case, trikes). Here is our latest Silver Spokes* student during her third weekly lesson, connecting with a young mom pushing a stroller on a public path. She also got to wave to a police officer while confidently following rules…

Better

It’s always cool to pass the enormous mural of Civil Rights icon, John Lewis, on Sweet Auburn Avenue, and it was especially nice as part of Bicycle Tours of Atlanta’s Journey for Civil Rights Tour. But what’s even better, at least for a proud mama? That my younger daughter performed her original song, Better, for…

Poems at the speed of bike

Words fly at me while I ride. Sometimes I capture them. My next found-space art exhibit with 7 MPH is titled Poems at the Speed of Bike. I’ve just started pulling it together. Stay tuned . . .

Stumped

I didn’t intend to go by the middle school where 300 trees were cut down this week to make room for artificial turf. I had driven to the park (since I don’t ride my bike on the streets in this suburb-city anymore) and was just knocking out a quick six miles by riding in circles…