Bicycle!

Happy Tuesday - 

Bike riding started, for me, as a form of freedom.  I remember riding down my street and away from my house for the very first time; I remember my first hours-long ride out to a friend’s house that hadn’t seemed quite so far and the exhilaration of arriving; I remember riding the night-time streets of NYC.  I’ve done a lot of cycling, but in some important ways, it’s not the same as bike riding–with the awesome folks of Bike More BMore and Do The Bike Thing, I’ve rediscovered those night-time rides, that feeling of exhilaration of riding away…and arriving. 

Also: here’s the best poem about bike riding.

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