For many of us, the fun of bicycling starts as a kid. The adventurous independence of biking around neighborhood streets, wobbling on winding sidewalks to school, or bouncing along rutted dirt paths criss-crossing through open fields.
For me, those neighborhood streets and open fields were in Arvada, Colorado. My early biking adventures took me to Weber Elementary School (home of the Eagles!), to a nearby dirt trail that circled a small lake, or to the homes of my childhood pals. I would later hone my cycling skills with a newspaper route, awakening before sunrise to balance bulging canvas bags over my front handlebars and chuck papers in the general vicinity of front porches (or sometimes at bike-chasing dogs).
Those were good times on two wheels. But as years passed, I would eventually give up the paper route, move on to high school, and advance to the four-wheeled pursuit of delivering pizzas (slightly more lucrative than newspaper delivery… and with fewer dogs chasing me). The lake and it’s wondrous dirt trails would be overtaken by a housing subdivision. The boyhood magic of bicycling would fade.
Bikes were still a part of my life – an old 10 speed for dashes to college classes, a cheap mountain bike for an occasional weekend ride. Nothing overly adventurous.
Then, in 1998, I plopped down $1,000 on what turned out to be a life-changing investment. A sleek new Bianchi Eros road bike, with 27 gears, shiny components, and clip-in pedals. The magic of cycling was rekindled for me, and I rode that bike all over the place… feeling like a kid once again.
This blog is a celebration of that spirit of cycling. I hope you enjoy this chronicle of biking adventures past, present, and future.
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