Cycling vacations aren't just for top-tier athletes. Many of the world's most beautiful bike trails take in the countryside on gentle paths that favor scenery over strenuous pedaling. Bonus: You won't feel guilty sampling the local cuisine after you've spent a day burning calories on a bike trail.
In the book I wrote in my wife Briggs's memory, Briggs:, Love, Cancer, and the Medical Profession, I wrote about the last time I remembered her comp...
I see that 20 chairs have been set out. All but two are empty. I have ridden 80 miles, and climbed 700 feet, to read to two people. I inch closer, take a breath. I see that the people are a mother and daughter. They're sitting up front, holding my book. Something inside me cracks.
You'd think a guy who has taken many bike tours -- who has written a book about one of them -- might remember that riding a heavy bike, over distance, does not feel like a montage. You'd think I'd remember that. You'd be mistaken.
Sidewalks, bike lanes, pedestrian crossings, parks, and green areas are all pieces of a complex puzzle to help citizens navigate their city safely and sustainably.
Bike helmets can be quite boring. Similar in size and shape, usually color becomes the only unique factor. And even the color combinations tend to be bland and uninventive. But in a world that creates more and more ridiculous travel pillows, where there's a will, there's a weird way.
That night they had visitors: a whole pack of coyotes. "They were all around us," Allan recalls. "There must have been a dozen of them."
Don't ask me how, but the more wine I had, the more furious I pedaled until by the end of our 20 mile tour of the vineyards of Healdsburg, California, I think I burned off all the calories consumed.
Just recently -- 48 years later -- I bought myself a brand new bike. And you know what? I sing on this bike. I let my voice rise in wonder and love. My heart cries from my throat with joy and laughter, with awe and gratitude. I let it rip and roar as I pedal and explore this city that I call home.
Beforehand, I was asking, "Would I need this item?" (The answer is usually yes.) Now, with limited space, I ask, "Can I survive without this item?" (The answer is usually yes, also.)
The experience of having a bike to use when and where I want, for unlimited use, and for a yearly cost of just $95, defied the notion that nothing can get done that works well in a city as complicated as New York.
In certain subcultures, it's become a meme. But it took me a little while to catch on. Only after driving past this curiosity for three consecutive days did I realize what it was.
On the way back I was reminded of how little regard both motorists and pedestrians have for cyclists. These near misses and behaviors motivated me to highlight the following safety reminders for cyclists maneuvering in a city yet to fully embrace our presence on the road.
As I was walking through the cobbled streets of Aix en Provence in France I was captivated by a soft and powerful melody wafting through the streets. Captivating. Vibrant. Inspired.
Biking at nights when the park empties out sans a few joggers provided me with an indescribable feeling of liberation -- from the Internet, the technology, the rest of the world.
After his time in the slammer, Aleric "AJ" Constantine hit the streets of Miami under a new name, Po-Po Pops, making ice cream inspired by the slammer and the cops who put him there, like a pop made of Krispy Kreme-flavored ice cream, candied bacon, and fudge.