Life-affirming

It’s so rejuvenating to be back in my garden more lately. I forgot how garden advocacy work is so life-affirming (even though it was death that got me started there), whereas bike advocacy work deals with imminent death, death, death nationwide on a daily basis, and it’s heavy. I’ll keep doing both because I think…

Exact same spot

So after two years and eight months of use by me while Traveling at the Speed of Bike in a self-proclaimed family-friendly suburb-city in metro Atlanta named Dunwoody, BikeNoodle got hit for the first time. Here is the 4-second video capture, on a summer Saturday morning: You can see my slight wobble as the bungee cord…

Miracles do happen

So I needed a new car remote battery and rode my bike last week to Toyota in a neigboring suburb-city, which would have been impossible without BikeNoodle because it was batsh*t crazy out there with no bike access until I was Traveling at the Speed of Bike home, when I fell upon this lovely little…

2.5 year record of no aggression broken

I had to sleep on this one. The 2.5-year BikeNoodle record for eliminating harassment/aggression ended last night as I was Traveling at the Speed of Bike for less than three minutes on the only main road to my home from a book reading where I was one of the featured authors (reading from a book…

Noodle Lady song!

I’ve been getting texts and emails from so many people of a recent pool noodle article. Thank you for thinking of me and BikeNoodle*! And, big shout-out to Annalisa van den Bergh (fellow noodle aficionado), as well as the original pool noodle visionary, Warren Huska. For anyone who hasn’t seen this, someone gifted me a song…

Turning point

A motley group of us showed up at Dunwoody City Hall yesterday to ride to lunch with the mayor*. The event was part of National Bike Month and hot on the heels of City Hall’s proclamation about the importance of bike riding in our metropolitan Atlanta suburb-city (both of which were spearheaded by my friend,…

Buzz-kill

So I get to my local city hall, thanks to BikeNoodle, and I join the other bike riders as we wait for the mayor’s proclamation about National Bike Month. One of my fellow citizens says she was buzzed on the way there, which means a motor vehicle driver passed her so closely she could feel…

The international color of “please don’t kill me”

My old #BikeNoodle, strapped onto my back rack while Traveling at the Speed of Bike (note that I only use it in suburbia, as riding there without it is its own Dante’s Inferno ring of hell) has been slowly ripping after two years of use and 100% success at eliminating illegal passing and driver aggression….