I took this photo just yesterday while riding Sharey to show how barriers on multiuse paths could stop a motor vehicle from entering it, such as just happened last week in New York City, resulting […]
Author: Pattie Baker
Writer, street photographer, urban farmer and global WWOOFer. League Cycling Instructor (#5382) and first Metro Atlanta Bicycle Mayor as part of global consortium with Amsterdam-based social enterprise BYCS. Peace Corps Uganda invitee (June 2020, derailed due to COVID-19). Former CDC Foundation Communications Specialist with State of Alaska Dept. of Health on Healthy You in 2022 project. Mensa member. See books on Amazon in all global markets (USA link: https://www.amazon.com/Pattie-Baker/e/B005JBN7ZK) and on indie book sites.
On the street where I lived . . .
I have often walked ridden my bike down this street before But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before; All at once am I several stories high Knowing I’m on the street where you live […]
Hmmm . . .
Hmmm . . . I may finally have my final cover. A vintage-looking bike. A glimpse of female but no pink (I don’t do pink). Bricks that could be suburban or urban. “Trust the journey” […]
Schwinneola
This is me and Schwinneola. I bought her for $74 at Walmart on Old Country Road on Long Island so I could have a bike to ride around where I grew up (Mineola, NY), so […]
Big ideas: trike share and chair share
Big idea #1: Adult trikes added to bikeshares all over the USA. Seniors, in particular, who used to ride bikes but may now be uncomfortable on a two-wheeler, love adult trikes and should be able to […]
Octogenarians bowling
I got the opportunity to go to the bowling alley where my friend and I used to ride our bikes frequently when we were around twelve (when we weren’t busy eating crinkle fries while ice […]
We thought it was normal
Bad things happened here. The details don’t matter. What matters is that we were all free range kids back then in the 1970s before that was even a term. And every single girl I know […]
“I never see them”
My dad told me he never sees bike riders in Mineola anymore. Granted, the streets aren’t swarming with them (except for the cycling club send-off of the lycra crowd to the North Shore training routes […]
