I shouted today Alone on the bridge, coasting downhill at a clip I wailed- lungs taut- as loud as I could. I smiled to myself and called out again Just trying to let it out.
There is a movement building in Detroit, slowly building in power and purpose as it meanders through the streets of the city. It is not a protest or a new political party, it is not a tax break or a reality TV show, it is a bike ride. And though it has no manifesto, its […]
Every time I ride, I fly. Arms extended, hail the sky With mind aloft I pedal though I am a sail, but anchor too. I make my peace here on the road, Too free to fear, to far to fold.