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 […]

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 […]
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 […]
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 […]