Time change

After 19 hours on Amtrak with my folding bike (the still-unnamed replacement to America), I traversed the island of Manhattan from Battery Park to (and across) the George Washington Bridge. We used to cross that bridge to visit my grandparents, and I wanted to “feel” it again for the epilogue to my new book (the…

12 Days of Bikemas — #2: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

I had a brief Greyhound bus break in Harrisburg, PA during Round America with a Duck, but it was enough time to catch this photo of a bike rack showing rare female representation in our public spaces on bikes*. I think I squealed out loud when I saw it. (Yes, I’m the person who rides my…