Scraped Knees
The fourth time she crashed, her knee stung with the grit of unpaved road, and the last moments of adrenaline still coursing through her. "Damn it," she muttered,...
overcoming
Have You Always Wanted to Bike Across the Country?
Below are excerpts from Brooke Marshall’s memoir, Lucky: A Story about a Gal and her Bike: Adults do this thing where we superimpose our current desires onto our past selves. “I’ve...
Chance Encounter
The wheels spun gently as the trail flowed out of view. Nothing but the thought of you. I gazed intently As the sun set anew. It wasn’t but a week since the trails, dried and...
Ring the Bell
I gave away my bike in 2012 My marriage was on the rocks I had bad mental health Most days I couldn't look at myself One day, I disappeared From my marketing...
Lockdown Journey
Second Place: Spring 2020 Writing Contest Khalid decided he wasn't going to wait any longer and started making preparations. It had been 25 days since he received any...
The Last Personal Best
This morning, I shifted the old bike from one side of the shed to the other. The amount of dust launched into the air prompted me to oil...
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...
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...
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...