Whatever Your Color

 A wise old philosopher told me,  “It takes a real man to ride a pink bike.”

Rearguard Marlee?

Hmm…Perhaps Marlee can ride with me after all.

I wonder how the woman feels about the arrangement.

If It Fits…

When I first became a dedicated cyclist, the only “helmets” available were “leather hairnets.”

Has any helmet manufacturer offered a model called “The Hairnet?”

Dressed Up For The Holidays

 Three more days until Christmas.

‘Tis the season for—what else?—tacky sweaters.

Liberation

 I live a block from the New York Botanical Garden and have visited several times during the eight months I’ve lived here.

About a mile (1.6 km) away is the Bronx Zoo. I went a couple of times as a kid but have no inclination to go there now:  I don’t think I can bear (no pun intended) to see animals in cages.

I do, however, wonder how they might escape.

My Future?

 Is this my future?

Not Of The Same Species

 On Tuesday, I expressed the first iota of sympathy I’ve felt in a long time for Lance Armstrong.  After all, I can empathize with anyone who’s had bikes stolen.

But it might be the last time I, or very many other people, express compassion for him. He is not the first, and probably won’t be the last, cheater to ride a bike. However, few, if any have done more to disgrace cycling.

On the other hand, a cheetah on a bike? That would be a first. And it certainly wouldn’t  soil the reputation of the sport as the one whose seven Tour de France victories were vacated.

Fluid Dynamics

 What’s in those bottles?

Gatorade, perhaps?

Á Misanthrope? Maybe, Sort Of.

 I have had many labels attached to me.  Perhaps this is one:

After all, I have lived with more bikes than humans!

Ya Gotta Start Somewhere

How was your first ride?

High Visibility

Eight years ago, I recalled my comical attempts to sell bicycle safety flags that had been in American Youth Hostels’ storage room for, probably, a decade.

That got me to thinking about how we, as cyclists, can make ourselves more visible to motorists. Perhaps there is no better way than this:

How Long Did It Last?

 Cycling has been one of the few constants in my life.

Admit It!

 Is this just another way to say “I crashed?”

A Shrek On A Trek?

A Shrek on a Trek?

(Do I get an endorsement fee for this??

The Race

 And the winner is….

Bee-cicleta

 Bees do so much for us.

We should make their lives easier—and let them have some fun!

An Un-Bearable Policy?

As I understand, bicycles and eBikes are allowed in certain areas of US National Parks.

I hope this rider isn’t violating the policy! 

It Takes All Kinds

 Five months ago, I moved into a senior apartment complex. (But I’m still in midlife, dammit! I don’t have a complex!😉) 

Some neighbors don’t know my name, but they know I’m “the lady who rides a bike.” A few know about the 105 mile ride I took last week. One thing they don’t know, however, is that it’s not the first “century” I’ve ever done.

Some of my neighbors use walkers or wheelchairs. So I guess it’s not surprising that they look at me with awe or envy, as if I’m an Olympic athlete.  I am sure that others, however, see me this way:

Not In Denial

 I'm still a Midlife Cyclist.

Really, I am!

What You Really Need

 Do you really need clipless pedals--and cleated cycling shoes--after all?