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 […]
Bless America
While Traveling at the Speed of Bike in the place where I grew up, I stopped at the local Village Hall (note: no bike rack) and wandered into the room where the Tuesday/Thursday Old Timers […]
Hello again, Mineola
Yesterday I gave myself one of the best gifts ever — I rode a bike where I grew up, for the first time in over 30 years. I rode past Carrie’s house and Tina’s and […]
Cyclists killed here
I was packing my little bag while talking to my father on the phone yesterday about where he was going to meet me when I arrive in New York today. My helmet. My camera. A […]
Moving on
After a year as a Bike Ambassador in the bronze-level Bicycle Friendly Community of Decatur, GA, where I co-taught bike rodeos, an earn-a-bike course for youth-in-need, and our beloved seniors-on-trikes, I am moving on and […]
Good morning, Boston
It took four mornings before I mastered the art of undocking Boston’s Hubway bikeshare bike, finding and taking a dubiously safe but circuitous route to the Charles River Esplanade, enjoying a little ride, and returning […]
The man and the pigeons
I tried to get closer to the new street mural at the busy Five Points MARTA station in Downtown Atlanta to shoot a photo for my Art of Bike Riding series, but the man was […]
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 