I had arrived on the Spanish island of Mallorca the day before, alone and exhausted. As I pulled my suitcase through the tiny sunlit airport, the reality
of a long-distance bike trip abroad was just starting to sink in. I headed toward the exit and massaged a cramp in my neck, wondering if the three
spin classes I’d taken had prepared me to bike up endless, steep inclines.
They say you get an inch and want a mile. I definitely want more miles. Included in my utopian bike city fantasy...
Some hazards don’t stem from cars. As biking season kicks into gear, let’s consider my top totally avoidable faux pas.
Julie Hochstadter, the former director of online cycling forum thechainlink.org, offers tips for dressing for work when commuting on your bike
Bikes in cities are like the horses of the Wild West. They can release us from traffic snarls, free us from El platforms and unshackle us from Chicago’s
parking meter system. Did you know that cycling was even more of a liberating force in the women’s rights movement?
Chicago-area cyclists unite annually at Bike Swap to shop for bikes, bike parts, bike clothes and accessories. We also swap stories over beer and meet
other cycling enthusiasts. A lot of women showed up at this year’s event, giving me the chance to ask some fellow female cyclists what biking means
to them. I discovered that, to these women, it’s much more than a form of transportation.
There is nothing like the thrill of a brand new ride—or the intense let down when it vanishes. Cycling is kind of like pet ownership. You get attached,
despite the odds, and end up committing to a fair amount of frustration along with the fun, in our fair city, anyway.
Everyone should have a happy place—ideally, a few. These days, mine is a broad stretch of concrete on the lakefront just north of Division Street beach.