14 May 2024

On This Island, They Know The Difference

 Peak tourist season will soon begin on Mackinac Island. Located in Lake Huron, between Michigan’s Upper and Lower Peninsula, it’s popular for its beaches, hiking and biking trails—and the fact that motor vehicles haven’t been allowed since 1898, when pundits pronounced the automobile a “passing fad” that would never be of any practical use.

Perhaps not surprisingly, bicycling has been popular on the island, even during those decades when, in the rest of the United States, few adults pedaled.

Like all of those places—like my hometown of New York—where cycling for transportation and recreation has become “a thing,” Mackinac Island has had to deal with a particular problem: namely, those who would stretch—or ignore—the definitions of “bicycle” and “motorized vehicle.”

Now, here in New York it’s mainly a problem for people like me who ride under our own power. Even along thoroughfares like the Hudson River Greenway, which is allegedly heavily-patrolled and where numerous signs announce that eBikes are forbidden, motorized bikes that don’t appear to be much smaller or less powerful than motorcycles, and are not pedaled,all but graze us and pedestrians, runners and anyone else who isn’t using a motor.




In contrast, Mackinac police seized or ticketed 75 eBikes last year—on an island with a population roughly that of a square block in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Best of all, the island’s authorities are making distinctions between the mini-motorcycles I described and bikes that merely provide pedal assistance. The latter, according to island Police Chief Doug Topolski, provide “reasonable accommodation” for “people with a mobility disability.”

Moreover, eBikes that assist, rather than replace, pedal power are much quieter. And even their most reckless riders don’t wreak the kind of havoc that too many “cowboy”‘delivery workers and purely-and-simply inconsiderate joyriders inflict on cyclists, pedestrians and runners.


12 May 2024

Happy Mother’s Day

 Some would argue that I have never been a mother because I have never had human children.  I wouldn’t argue with them.

Others, mainly people who have pets, would say that I am a mama, or at least a parent, to Marlee—and that I was one to Max, Charlie II*, Candice, Charlie I, Caterina and Sara*. I often refer to the six cats and one dog I’ve housed, fed and loved as my children or “babies.”

There is at least one thing, though, I couldn’t do with them that, perhaps, I could have done with a human child: ride a bicycle. Perhaps even more important, I never could have taught them how to ride one.

In any event, to all of you who are moms (Your children are always your children even after they move out—or, felines forbid, die) : Happy Mother’s Day.



*—Sara was a beagle-hound pup I had briefly, before any of my cats. While out for a walk, a man petted and played with her.  “My grandkids would love a dog like that.”  They played some more. “They could play with it in our backyard…”

“Your backyard?”

“Yeah, in my house in Pennsylvania.”

I let them play for a moment. “How would you like to take her?”

The man’s eyes widened. “How much do you want for her?”

“Nothing. She’ll be happier in your house and yard than in my apartment. She gets to go outside only when I get home from work.”

The following weekend, he took me and Sara to his house, where I met his grandkids. She was happy to meet them. And I was happy for her.

11 May 2024

If You Have To Ask, “How Much?”

 In my youth (Yes, I had one of those!), I saved my pennies (OK, nickels, dimes, quarters and dollars, too!) so I could buy a Colnago.  Back then, many serious riders (and wannabes) saw it as the be-all and end-all of racing bikes. 

And, yes, I did race on mine.  How much of a difference did the Colnago make?  Well, I didn’t exactly make my fantasy come true:  My Colnago Arabesque would be the last bike (frame, actually) I’d buy.  Someone, i.e., a race team sponsor, would buy me my next bike, whether it were a Colnago or something else.

Of course, I can’t blame the bike:  I started racing later than those guys named Eddy and Jacques and Bernard. And I probably didn’t spend as much training because, you know, I had another job. For those guys, training was their job: They spent at least as much time at it as I did in my non-cycling employment.

Anyway, I am remembering how I saved my money for the Arabesque because I just learned that Sotheby’s is auctioning a Colnago.  No, not the one I rode. Is it the one Tadej Pogačar pedaled to the podium? (Ok, I was taking poetic license!) Well, almost: It’s the same model-V4Rs—but with a twist:  It’s gold-plated.





How many pennies would I have to save for that one?  Well, if I skip a few meals and museum trips and don’t buy any more bike stuff or clothes, I can afford…to go to the auction. It’s being held in Monaco. But once I get there, will I be able to afford to park my yacht?😏