Zen And The Art Of Bicycling To Work
( CNN) No possession of my childhood bestowed more freedom to me than my bicycle.
The circumference of my life on any devoted day increased tenfold when I traded in pedestrianism for pedals. On weekdays, I would ride 2 miles each style to school in Baltimore on my beloved Orioles-colored orange and black Team Murray BMX. On weekends, I tore it up it up with a Goonies-like tribe of friends taking over the neighborhood with our wheels and collective imagination. Occasionally, I would rise before the dawn and take long, thrilling solo rides through nearly empty city streets that reeked like fresh bread, and liberty.
When my wife and I moved to New York, I commuted to work on a Dahon Boardwalk D8 folding bicycle that fit under our tiny dining room table in our tiny East Village studio. I pedaled across the narrow waist of Manhattan island though Greenwich Village and up along the Hudson River, parking it under the desk of my cubicle at Random House.