Photo of a short segment of faded red fence with Mardi Gras beads in bright colors hanging on it like garland. Behind it, a leafy green hedge and a light green house.

Riding Always Makes Me Happy. Yes, Always.

Be honest. If you drive regularly for transportation, how often do you get wherever you’re going and say, “Wow, that was such a great drive! It made me so happy! I had so much fun!” Sure, you might be glad…Continue Reading

Quotation in typewriter font: Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. --Arthur Ashe

New Year, New Mode(s)

Over the years I’ve thought about the new year in a variety of ways: A time to reflect on the year’s riding. A time to look ahead at the bike challenges or rides I might choose to participate in over…Continue Reading

Tours to highlight tribal history not known to enough people. Programs to get more kids on bicycles. Efforts to develop heritage trails for safety and connectivity. “Pedaling the Pueblo,” a podcast created by Living Streets Alliance and sponsored by Tucson’s…Continue Reading

Shadow on the road of a person on a bike.

So long, spammers (with apologies to real people)

In the 2+ years I haven’t blogged actively, spammy subscribers really added up. As in, over 76,000 of them. Some of them managed to get an “author” profile associated with their fake email addresses so my site is now hosting…Continue Reading

Photo of two people holding giant double-scoop ice cream cones in front of a wall packed with glass-front cases holding a wild variety of memorabilia from various old science fiction movies and other topics. The white woman on the left is wearing a blue and white striped sleeveless dress that buttons up the front, a light straw hat, and blue glasses. The brown-skinned man with silvering hair standing next to her is smiling and pointing at the ice cream cones. He is wearing blue jeans, a charcoal gray short-sleeved collared shirt, and rimless glasses.

Broken Wrist, Dang It! No Riding for a While

Ever tripped over something on a sidewalk and broken a bone? Spoiler: It hurts. Story of a broken wrist with a dose of public policy thoughts about why we need to create dedicated in-street parking space for foot scooters, bicycles, and other micromobility devices. We leave lots of room for cars–why not for these more space-efficient transportation devices?

Looking west on the West Seattle Bridge sidewalk at dusk. Bike counter at left. Bike facing up the hill away from photographer with headlight shining on the sidewalk, taillight on, medium blue handlebar bag, black bag strapped to back rack.

Challenges: My #30DaysOfBiking Track Record

You may find yourself living with new routines, or lack thereof. If you’re seeking some structure and an excuse to get outside — practicing the prescribed social distance from others — a bike ride every day may be just what…Continue Reading

Shadow on the road of a person on a bike.

In These Strange Times

Your life is not normal right now, no matter who you are or where you live. COVID-19 is sweeping the planet and affecting everything from whether your grocery store has toilet paper in stock (it likely doesn’t) to whether you…Continue Reading

Text: Good manners and kindness are always in fashion.

On My Left: Bicycle Etiquette

Let’s spend a few minutes on bicycle etiquette. I encourage you to extend this to other wheeled devices whether you ride a tricycle, unicycle, skateboard, scooter, or some other rideable. When you’re rolling along you’re riding a device that leaves…Continue Reading

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