I was out on a night ride the other evening with a group of friends. One friend and I got to talking about what it means to ride a bike. “I’m always praying when I’m riding,” he told me. “You have to be present –
Creating joyful bicycle riders in Middle Tennessee
I was out on a night ride the other evening with a group of friends. One friend and I got to talking about what it means to ride a bike. “I’m always praying when I’m riding,” he told me. “You have to be present –
So there you are, getting ready to ascend Demonbreun Hill just after crossing I-40. You’ve filtered over after the bike lane ends at 12th Ave and then begins again and you’re looking ahead of you. A car. In the bike lane. On an uphill. Folks,
Yesterday, I rode my bike from Inglewood over to Edgehill to volunteer for Walk Bike Nashville as a Walk Bike University instructor. I decided I would take Gallatin Pike down to South 10th Street and over to Woodland so I could pick up some tasty
Ride your bike. Even when it’s cold. Even when it’s hot. Even when you feel like your legs are dying and you can’t make it up the next hill. Make it up the hill anyway. Hydrate. Stop and have a coffee or tea and sit