For someone who drives on one of three predetermined routes to and from work, biking is refreshing because the journey is the destination. Curiosity and intuition guide me instead of a GPS.
Last November, I pedaled past the usual scene of houses and detoured to the neighborhood park. The parking lot’s pavement, uneven with sound, was still the same. The tennis court was still cracked and missing its net. A suburban dog barked from across the street, but I parked and got off my bike anyway.Read More