Growing Pains and Grit
The garage door clamped down, cinching like too-snug denim. A familiar echo signaled along with this thump of finality, obscuring the now-vacated space, recently rid of the slick-tired, red-wine...
2019 Winter Writing Contest
Destiny Race
Bola’s heart beat against his chest like a pestle pounding a mortar. He looked at the track ahead and knew that his destiny lay at the end. “It’s...
Four Wheeled Two-Wheeler
Hurriedly, she thought she rode down that narrow road Through the thick, white snow, toward the rusty pole "Three houses left till she reaches the goal," whispered her older cousin...
Life of a Cyclist
Cycling has been an enduring part of my life since I was a kid, as I took to riding at an early age with other children in my...
The Joy of Cycling
Until I was around thirteen, I never owned a bicycle. At that age, my father bought me one and taught me how to ride, although I didn’t know...
Col de L’Egaré
Basque Pyrenees - February 2016 Egaré means lost, astray, wandering, Far from home, Out of the pack, Alone. No one comes up this road. One of my colleagues once told me he couldn’t...
Like Riding a Bike
Ready?" John asked. "Are you ready?" Lara countered. "The house was bad enough." "Oh, good grief," Darrin said, bending over to grab the rope handle on the garage door. "I'll do it." He gave...
Cycling Through the Odds
The cycling championship, characterized by its cheers from the onlookers, compliments from the commentators, and euphoria from the participants, was beyond overwhelming. I was set on my superbike,...
Memories from My Early Years
"If I could turn back time and ride with my grandfather more often or take more summer trips through town, I'd happily turn in the keys to my...
Khyber Pass
We are cycling toward Khyber Pass. Not the real one in Pakistan with its history of violence, and where it is said that every stone has been soaked...