…I knew I was going to be hooked. I didn’t know attending my first bike summit would bring nearly the same addictive highs.
Everyone likely remembers their first bike, finally riding without training wheels, their reintroduction to cycling as an adult, or something akin to their own two-wheeled awakening.
My two defining moments stand out in my memory: the first, as my dad pushed me off in the parking lot at Big Ridge Elementary, my first training-wheel-less ride. The second, my first ride on the hybrid/commuter my brother finally convinced me to buy in college, unaware of the independence these wheels would bring me.
However, I now face the tipping point of another personal bikey awakening. The boundaries between my chosen professional path—journalism, magazine production, writing and editing—and my true passion (bicycling!!!) begin to blur.
Friends and acquaintances ask why I don’t write about bikes. Hell, I’ve asked myself the same thing…over and over. I talk about cycling and its impact endlessly. Most of my Facebook presence revolves around bikes. My conversations revolve around bikes. My schedule, my friends, my life revolves around bikes.
So why stop at writing? Why keep these crazy cycling ideas in my head? The incredible presenters at the Summit reinforced the idea that I don’t have to.
There is no more hiding, keeping my voice off the innarwebs. More voices = more informed choices. I’m the only one silencing myself, and that barrier is coming down. Right now, with this first
pedal key stroke, I enter the innarwebs as a bike blogger. Huzzah!
Welcome. And thank you for reading.