The human touch

As my friend Robyn, and my new friend (as of yesterday!) Doug, and I were riding down Belty yesterday, we passed a walking tour. Robyn, as the connected-to-the-community owner of Bicycle Tours of Atlanta, knew the tour guide and met hands with him in greeting as we passed. My Go Pro caught the scene pictured….

1,000th mile

Right about here, where two protected bike lanes (also called cycle tracks) cross in Downtown Atlanta, I crossed my 1,000th mile on bike in 2018 (my goal is to ride a ton of miles — 2,500 — this year). Shortly thereafter, I read the new CDC report that only 20% of women/28% of men nationwide…

5-year anniversary

This photo is from today, but the following story was published five years ago, after I rode my bike on “Belty” for the very first time. A lot has happened since then (see my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike). But the allure of being able to simply ride my bike endures. *** “So…

Free Art Friday

Free Art Friday is a thing in many cities. Artists leave their art out in public for others to find and keep, and they communicate clues about the whereabouts via photos on social media. The first person to find each piece “claims” it by posting a photo of it on Instagram, tagged with the artist’s…

In perfect harmony

La, la, la. I had the roads practically to myself on Saturday morning in Downtown Atlanta. I got a text from one of my fave riding buddies later that day that Belty (the Eastside Trail part) was unrideable (even in the cold) due to its popularity. This photo is two miles away from that. It…

That other time it snowed here

An inch or so of snow is expected today in Atlanta. May not sound like a big deal if you, like me, come from somewhere where snow is common. But here our winter temperatures often straddle the freezing line, a bit of snow can turn into a sheet of ice really quickly, and we simply…

It starts with a wave

I was riding sweep on a little ride with an Atlanta Bicycle Coalition class for Habitat for Humanity homeowners on their new bikes yesterday when an older man (in yellow in the photo) on the first bike he had ridden in years waved to someone on a porch. And in that moment the power of…

Wander

“Not all who wander are lost.”