Hey, it’s the little things, right? But actually, this bike bell is fairly important (and this bike didn’t have one yet). It is etiquette to give audible signal when passing someone via bike on a shared path (or anywhere, really). That usually means either saying, “Passing on your left” or ringing a bell. I ride…
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Discount department store bikes
Many cyclist folks will tell you not to go near the discount department store bikes. Many bike shop mechanics will sneer at you when you bring in your cheap-bike-from-China to have its brakes adjusted (which will inevitably be needed). They may even call it a toy, not a bike. They may try to make you…
The view from the handlebars
I’ve been keeping a little file of body-camera shots while riding bikes in metro Atlanta. You can view it here. The photos will eventually be their own art project somehow. In the meantime, you may enjoy seeing what it looks like to be traveling at the speed of bike. Why not explore where you live?…
Today’s bikey news
I’m excited to announce I’ve launched a new daily online newspaper featuring the latest bicycle news from all over the world. It’s called Traveling at the Speed of Bike Today. Check it out!
Epilogue now available for free
I decided to make the epilogue available for free. The new cover of the book is live on Amazon in all global markets, and the quick-read book is instantly downloadable to any device via the free Kindle app for less than the cost of a movie. I hope something I experienced is helpful somewhere in…
For one brief moment
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 in the murder of eight bike riders (including a mom of two children like me). I realized after I took…
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 I lived; Are there lilac trees in the heart of town? Can you hear a lark in any other part…
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 Katie’s and the house of the guy I called Johnny in my book. I rode to the pool and the…
