A short series of guides for people, who want to get all dressed up and go somewhere...by bike. This first guide takes you via downtown Boulder to 303 Vodka and Tres Margaritas—the perfect balance of warmth and spice.
Healthy Kids. Happy Kids is a treasure trove of wisdom on inspiring and nurturing healthy and happy kids. Conceived by social entrepreneur and cycling enthusiast Lyndon Yeo, the book is a delightful collection of short articles and quotes, zealously contributed by parents, professionals, doctors, child experts, counsellors and educators.
Nestled in a remote stretch of wilderness, this eerie mountain hamlet is not on Pat Smith’s map. When he and his wife Jane stumble upon it during their cross-country bike race, they decide to stop for a quick bite, eager to get in and get out before their competitors catch up with them. But the only diner in town serves up something they weren’t expecting . . .
Death, dirty money and cycling. Faced with the sudden death of his wife and children, ‘The Spokesman’ is a story of how one man takes on a long, difficult, and largely unplanned, journey to try to come to terms with his loss.
It takes more than just riding a bike to make a cyclist. This collection of a hundred stories, each exactly a hundred words long, takes a humorous look at all aspects of life behind handlebars.all sorts of bike rides are covered by this eclectic collection of witty tales. If you've ever been a cyclist, or know someone who is, then you'll love this little book.
I was middle aged and homeless, soon to be penniless, and really and truly no different from that bag lady sitting on the bench over there. I couldn’t jack it in and go home, because I didn’t have a home to go to anymore. The bicycle and the tent were now home. Wherever I found myself on any given night was now home. And that meant, for tonight, Genoa Piazza Principe Railway Station was home.
En sak som konfunderat mig under de år jag rest är att den unga generationen skiljer sig så enormt från tidigare generationer. Jag hade träffat dem vid flera tillfällen och jag har en son som föddes 1991 vars uppväxt jag följt på nära håll. Varför denna otroliga skillnad? Kunde det vara Internet, och i så fall, varför? Vad är det som gör att vi har en generation som har så hög empatiförmåga?