Cycling In The Cities

Cycling In The Cities: It May Be Time To End ThisI was two feet from my garage when I nearly bit it on a patch of ice. It took that slip up to convince me to lay off the front wheel brake and opt for the back brake first. Then I lowered my seat so I could catch myself on the next slip. I was scared to death. For me, “You’ll break a hip” is not just an expression. It’s a real fear. A little background on my health may help you understand.
Cycling In The Cities: Winter BreakdownsIf a frozen flat isn’t enough to scare me from this winter riding adventure, I’m also told that in extreme conditions my chain and gear head can freeze and lock. I don’t even know what my gear head is!
Cycling In The Cities: Small Change, Big Difference I started asking my friends who have years of riding under their belt and all agreed I should go get a bike fitting. I had no idea such services existed let alone really make a difference.
Cycling In The Cities: Oh, DeerRaccoons have such an attitude. It’s as if they don’t realize we all hate them. I dodged the obese critter and hopped onto the bike path mumbling to myself about how I felt like Snow White except only in the bad way...
Cycling In The Cities: Time For A ChangeI no longer feel comfortable lugging my sweet boys around behind me. Hey, I know they say you can’t choose your family and those little men have a piece of work for a mother, but there’s no need to drag them along for the truly crazy part of this journey.
Cycling In The Cities: Parenting's Beautiful MomentsI hit the slope where my quads usually give out and I have to stand up to tap into the calves and glutes. I’m pumping at a heave-ho, jerky pace. It feels like we’re hardly moving when suddenly Keegan starts to yell from behind, “You can do it mom! Nice Work! I believe in you, mom! Wyatt, mom’s working really hard. Good job mom! I’m a believer, mom!” I had the hugest grin on my face. I yelled back, “Are you cheering me on?! Do you believe!?”
Cycling In The Cities: Ghosts of My MinneapolisMy rides have unearthed old memories that live around almost every corner of the city where I grew up. These streets are full ghosts.
Cycling In The Cities: Sharing the Road & The Paths Someone (who shall remain nameless) complained about people who bike on the road around the lakes in Minneapolis instead of on the path. “But they are one-way,” I screeched. “I’d have to go miles out of my way if I were to take the lake bike paths from my home to work,” I argued. The person didn’t empathize and I think we just agreed to disagree. What do you think?
Cycling In The Cities: St. Paul Makes The ListThe League of American Bicyclists gave St. Paul a huge pat on the back this week. The city has been designate a “<a href="" target="_blank">Bike Friendly City</a>.” The League is one of the nation’s largest and oldest bicycle advocacy groups.
Cycling In The Cities: Lessons So farOn the bike lane up First Avenue in Minneapolis I saw a man riding a Lark scooter. I passed him. And I passed a man pushing a shopping cart. I know they both have wheels, but really? Also I’ve discovered I’ve been doing this long enough to share an etiquette tip: riding a bike is just like driving a car. Stop checking your phone at red lights and then Facebooking/tweeting/texting so long you aren’t ready for the green. I was stuck behind a guy doing that for almost a mile last night. Annoying. Whew, glad I got that off my chest.
Cycling In The Cities: I'm A Wimp (And Annoying)For the first 10 minutes of this evening's ride I was whining in my head, "Wah! I'm cold. This biking idea was stupid. I want to be at home already. Why didn't I pack pants?" Then I started to scold myself for having the nerve to complain when it's misty and 70. Man up!
Cycling In The Cities: Free Parking At The FairAs I pedaled away dreaming of all the fair food calories I was earning, shuttle bus after shuttle bus flew right by me. It was a little scary at first. The buses felt pretty close but I prayed they were used to sharing the road with cyclists. And I won’t lie. I was totally judging all those gluttonous, lazy people who were kicking back in those air conditioned buses. I felt completely superior. And jealous.