This year marks the 8th year of what I adopted as the cyclists lifestyle. Cities such as San Francisco, Oakland, and Brooklyn have all been a very important part of this lifestyle transition where commuting...
Read MoreFor anyone who is currently unaware, Spring is here! Well, at least it’s becoming more clear in NY this week. While I’m coming out of winters resting period, I’m also excited for this time of...
Read MoreGreetings. I just got back from Florida a few days ago and feel like the last two weeks have been a dream. While I was there for a short while, my initial feelings upon returning...
Read MoreOver the years of cycling, I have watched the slow growth of women’s specific products by major cycle industry providers, while women’s specific bike shops like Cycle Chic, VeloVixen, Pedal Chic, Cycling For Girls, Terry Bicycles, Team Estrogren, Liv Cycling, and Eleanor’s NYC have come...
Read MoreToday is a special day for women around the world. As we celebrate International Women’s Day, we must remember the role of the bicycle in women’s empowerment and history. This is an old post I...
Read MoreI believe that cycling has been the catalyst that has helped me come in to my body to learn how to instinctively listen to the push and pulls of life. For seven years now, cycling...
Read MoreA few things in life make me happier than combining my passion for cycling, travel, and exploration. Mostly by choice, I do most of my exploring on my own, which sometimes leads me to getting...
Read MoreBicycles and books. Two of my favorite things. When Elly Blue linked a Kickstarter fund of a book covered with a large neon pink corset and Victorian silhouette holding a vintage racing bicycle, I had...
Read MoreEven when living in cities, I longed for quiet roads to venture on by bike. Riding through crowded streets provided an adrenaline that kept me alive through the many obstacles that the city threw. I...
Read MoreRiding amongst the sludge and chill wind, waves of breathlessness floats me up the road and goosebumps rise on my arms as I rip over hill tops. From the middle of the street I could...
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