Bike Rides to the Ocean

A cento composed of lines from the songs by the Canadian band Hey Ocean!

The basket on my bicycle is hanging low.
It’s filled with strange things you said.
We took a trail down to the beach.
You drew a map so we’d remember
where we sat waiting for our spirit animals.
We never once saw yours.
Every familiar thing we once knew disappeared:
we’d come this far
to start again or fall apart.
So scared of second chances
we both knew it was time.
Didn’t mean to, but words slipped …

How Bikes Helped Invent American Highways

Urban Elites With a Fancy Hobby Teamed up With Rural Farmers in a Movement That Transformed the Country

Before there were cars, America’s country roads were unpaved, and they were abysmal. Back then, roads were so unreliable for travelers that most state maps didn’t even show them. This …

Why BMX Bike Riding Is a Matter of Life and Death

What My Trick Bike Taught Me About Friendship, Risk, and Shock Trauma

Rather than spending time in the sunshine on my last day of exams, I found myself strapped onto a gurney, an accidental passenger in an ambulance speeding down the wrong …

Curb Your Antagonism

A Commuter's Conversion to Cycling

Five days out of every week I make the commute from Santa Fe Springs to downtown Los Angeles, 14 miles each way, on a bus.

I receive high praise from others …