It was beautiful

I saw three children riding bikes around the parking lot and knew I had found the right place. As I walked into the vast, unlit warehouse, the sun’s streams through the windows backlit dozens of people of all ages, and hundreds of bikes in various stages of repair. Every bike (and a helmet for each)…

Where to give bikes to girls

Looking for a great gift to help change the world this holiday season? Consider donating to these organizations that give bikes to girls around the world. When girls have bikes, they can get to school faster and more regularly with reduced incidence of sexual harassment, assault, and trafficking. Increased education for girls has a longterm,…

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 I could live and write the epilogue to my book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike. A lot happened inside…

“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 from the Mineola Bike Shop) and I did not see one child, even at school dismissal time. However, I have…

Mineola, then and now

In November, I am going back to Mineola, NY, where I grew up in the 1960s and ’70s*. It is a two-square-mile village (nothing fancy, mind you)  built on the flat, grassy plains of Long Island, just a couple of miles from the border of the NYC borough of Queens and 16 miles from Manhattan….

Joy-based journey

There is so much tragedy right now in our world.  I am recommitting this morning to being part of other people’s joy-based journeys via bikes, whenever I am called to do so (and can do so logistically). It may not be much in the greater scheme of things, but it’s what I have to offer.