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…

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…

Bless America

While Traveling at the Speed of Bike in the place where I grew up, I stopped at the local Village Hall (note: no bike rack) and wandered into the room where the Tuesday/Thursday Old Timers Club was meeting just in time for the singing of God Bless America. The white-haired clarinetist (not pictured) did a…

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…

Moving on

After a year as a Bike Ambassador in the bronze-level Bicycle Friendly Community of Decatur, GA, where I co-taught bike rodeos, an earn-a-bike course for youth-in-need, and our beloved seniors-on-trikes, I am moving on and am thus ready for the next opportunity to serve my metro-area or national bike community. As always, I’m trusting the…