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It was a night of colorful dreaming. My trusty bicycle was somehow run over by a truck and lay bent and broken on the ground, but Monte picked it up and straightened it out, and then for some reason my … Continue reading
Thirty or so years ago, still new to California, I fell in with a group of friends who rode bicycles. They did other things as well, of course, but riding bikes was the theme of our time together. We met regularly … Continue reading
There were moments of indecision, the basic question being whether to stick to the known and easy route or to try something different. “How lost can we get?!” said Chris. The actual answer: not very. There’s a big ocean on … Continue reading
My friend Jacquie Phelan, otherwise known as Alice B. Toeclips, is a former road, cyclocross, and mountain bike racer, as well as founder of the Women’s Mountain Bike and Tea Society (WOMBATS), which she formed in 1987 to encourage women … Continue reading
An old man was watching me work on my scarf as we sat side by side in a waiting room this morning. “When I was a little boy in Denmark,” he said, “I used to hold out my hands for … Continue reading
Just a girl, a dog, a bike, and a bus…not a bad way to head into summer. This is my friend Christine’s new home away from home, parked briefly at our place the other day. Aside from the fact that … Continue reading
What better poem for a bright spring day than one about riding a bike? I know: I’m partial to bicycle themes, but why not? For me, as it was for many, a bike was a ticket to a wider world. … Continue reading
The picture above of Monte and a friend (Joe Breeze, I think) was taken about thirty years ago by Dean Bradley, and I certainly could have found more recent bike shots, but this is the first one that came up … Continue reading
When I was young, back in the 1980s or even early 90s…and here I must add that I didn’t know in those days that I was still young, or that I wouldn’t always feel the way I felt then, or … Continue reading