What we know is that it may never get any easier than this. What we don’t know is what’s coming.
Read More…there’s this new way to learn the upshifts of land/ and continent, what is discarded or pitched/ for someone like you to find. You get on your bicycle.
Read More“…bicycling embodies completeness with nature,/ with one’s environment and surroundings/ yet it places the cyclist in utter displacement…”
Read MoreThe surface temperature of the moon fluctuates from roughly +300° F during the two-week daytime to -270° F during the two-week nighttime. So please, dress appropriately.
Read MoreThe bike, it turns out, is perfect for Sunday morning rides in which small puffs of Alder Blend come up around your face and behind the lenses of your eyeglasses.
Read MoreThat most beautiful never-ending cycle we know: install, ride, tweak, uninstall, reinstall, adjust, remove, refine, ride, sell, etc. On and on it goes into that great unknown future.
Read MoreThe bicycle dominates the collective imagination and opens doors of incredible opportunity and loss.
Read MoreI rode around the block for a quick test run. As I was rounding the corner, I noticed that the wheel wasn’t rotating correctly either—it was getting stuck somewhere along the way.
Read MoreI do not need to meet/ them as they are today as some memories/ are sacred like fresh linen folded and/ put away like rivers to the sea like beach/ bone-dried sea shells waiting for/ generations to be collected.
Read MoreA big mare coaxing me to/ ride past barns, haystacks, down by/ the old silver river, the Mississippi,/ and on board a noisy steamboat…
Read MoreNo one ever said that because you believe in cycling you’re not allowed to believe in anything else. And that’s the beauty of it—cycling will always be there, and is open to your doing other things.
Read MoreI spent most of my day in the art bike pit watching the smiles, and I was truly impressed with the amount of unicycle talent in your town.
Read MoreThose shops that have kept to the roots of riding offer a visit to simpler times where biking is fun, accessible, and not about the fancy things that the shop has for sale, but the experience that two wheels can offer.
Read MoreMaybe this is the summer you learn to spot Cassiopeia, or maybe you’ll study always and forever when the moon is waxing and waning.
Read MoreMere minutes into the ride, the temperature drops noticeably and the wind picks up. Dry leaves smack into my arms and sand stings my eyes.
Read MoreIt is terribly embarrassing—if not also extremely inconvenient and dangerous for you and everyone else— to inadvertently litter your various possessions behind you as you ride.
Read MoreA section in which Krabbé reflects on his sporting career at age five or fifteen can follow on the heels of a description of a particularly grueling climb up one of the race’s many cols.
Read MoreI realized I’d explored the entire city of Lyon, with minimal expense and a lot of fun—a far cry from the typical hackneyed tourist experience.
Read MoreOn that day we rode to the library for books on Woody Guthrie. Later to Anne’s house to let her know, who we instead found on the bike path before we got there. That ride counts for more than I hope we’ll ever know.
Read MoreBikes turn out to be objects that can break, and break us. But Dave plugs away. He doesn’t give up the bike, and he doesn’t give up on becoming something more than a cutter.
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