The One Sentence Email
The email simply said: “I hope you don’t have plans for April 7 – 11.” I read it and screamed. Months earlier, a friend posted on her Facebook a link to the GEICO Florida Road Safety Bike Read More …
The email simply said: “I hope you don’t have plans for April 7 – 11.” I read it and screamed. Months earlier, a friend posted on her Facebook a link to the GEICO Florida Road Safety Bike Read More …
There was a fatal crash on the Rickenbacker causeway connecting Key Biscayne to mainland Miami today. This just happened, and my post is raw and crude yet wanting to bust out. Forgive my “steam” of Read More …
I don’t know about where you live, but here in Miami, cyclists have a bad rep. They are known to ride in massive pelotons, pretend red lights are green, and use stop signs as mere Read More …
Although I am an eternal optimist, at my old age I sometimes let cynicism enter my psyche. I refuse to get into politics on this blog, it is not the place for it though I Read More …
This is a letter to cyclists on Bear Cut Bridge, heading westbound (into Miami from Key Biscayne), on weekday mornings, during rush hour. I am not talking to the peloton (I am terrified and intimidated Read More …
I’ve just returned from the GEICO Florida Road Safety Tour and have a lot on my mind. I will write several posts on different aspects of the ride hoping to give you a better feel Read More …
I am very lucky that I met Hank Sanchez-Resnik, who is becoming my mentor in all things activism. He is also a fantastic writer and I am learning to imitate him. Together, we began this Bike Read More …
When you live on an island, you understand that you live on land that is surrounded by water; and that to get to the mainland you need to cross that water. For the Island of Key Read More …
I was very angry when I was younger. For some reason I thought I had to save the world. I thought that an injustice against one was an injustice against me and I walked around with a Read More …
My blue road bike sits nicely against a sliding glass door of our already cluttered kitchen. Penelope’s cat food and water bowl lay between the front wheel and the pedals. Now-a-days there is reason to Read More …