September 4, 2001 — The drive from Smyrna to Rockmart was nothing special. I spent the first half of it waiting for Atlanta to ease its grip on the greenbelt. I spent the second half eager to remove my bicycle from the back of my friend’s pickup truck. I traveled …
Read moreFebruary 20, 2001 — Corry Moolenaar just kept on going. Steady and sure, she emerged on the horizon, pedaling persistently. I caught my breath as her bicycle approached. I took a drink of water as it sped right past me. “I’m not stopping!” Corry yelled with joy. Corry doesn’t stop …
Read moreDecember 5, 2000 — There was a moment during my nighttime mountain bike ride with members of the Southern Off-Road Bicycle Association when I felt totally free. I was in midair, flying headfirst over my handlebars into the pitch-black forest of Chicopee Woods. I had no idea what hazards stood …
Read moreFebruary 1, 2000 — Padded shorts. Buy some if you’re planning on participating in a spinning class with the guys from Adventure Cycles in Oakwood. Trust me. I do not own padded shorts. And I was reminded of that fact each time I sat down in the days following my …
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