You can help keep an independent voice doing the hands-on heavy lifting to cover stories about our changing world. Here’s why I believe that matters: I believe we need quality original content, not regurgitated media releases. All of the stories and photographs on this blog are my original work, all of which is rubber-hits-the-road-researched and carefully constructed….
Avenue D
Truth? I’m back in ATL, but not. Thank goodness I have some Fall in Love with Atlanta bike tours this weekend because my heart is still somewhere on Avenue D right now, I think . . .
Building bridges
This is Andrea. She was a bike class student of mine in March, 2018. Her goal was to one day be able to commute to work by bike to State Farm’s global headquarters on the other side of a creek. That will now be possible as a bridge has been built and officially opened yesterday!…
The birds
Not sure what Hitchcock thinks about bikes, but those Bird scooters are apparently eyebrow-raisers . . .
What will one day soon be ripe
I’ve been following the annual flowering of fruit trees, the gentle awakening and first appearance of what will one day be ripe for picking freely on the sides of paths and hills and city streets while Traveling at the Speed of Bike (there’s a whole section on this in my book). Here’s the progression of…
PerSisters
Not since Shakespeare’s “Though she be little, she is fierce” have words struck home for me* as the line uttered in one of our hallowed halls of government (and which wasn’t originally intended as a compliment): “Nevertheless, she persisted.” And when I achieved something yesterday for which I had worked hard — had persisted — it…
Uplifting
Something uplifting happened for me today. A site for which I want to write accepted my pitch for a very timely environmental journalism piece. And to think I almost gave up after they rejected my first and second ideas! Moral? Keep doing the heavy lifting out there, folks, to tell the stories that need telling….
When memories aren’t all good
It ain’t all happy stuff out there when your memories kick in while Traveling at the Speed of Bike. But here’s the funny thing. Riding can help you heal. Trust me on this one. I know first-hand.
