Monday, October 24, 2016

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Streets Alive Sunday

IMG_1775.CR2 IMG_1128 IMG_1086 Amazing things happen when people take over the streets. Aren't you glad to live where we do so frequently? This Sunday afternoon 2.7 miles of Peachtree Street from Edgewood Avenue to 17th Street becomes the scene of all manner of fun. As ever, the event opens with a bicycle parade. Wear your Halloween best, and join the parade. Line up at 17th Street begins at 1:30. There will be bike decorations for the first 50 cyclists. Streets Alive is an initiative of the Atlanta Bicycle Coalition.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

At Streets Alive: Act IV

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Monday, October 10, 2016

Roll Model: Jack Wachtel

IMG_1879.CR2 IMG_1484 I just moved down to the city in mid August, and the automobile gods frowned upon me right before I came down. My loss of a car put me back into the saddle, and truth be told, I don't know if I'll ever go back. I cruise mainly through the Edgewood Avenue area, and you can catch me most mornings at Cafe+Velo. Never leaving my side is my trusty steed, a 1992 Trek 1200 Aluminum. First and only bike I have owned, and I'm zealous about squeezing every inch of life I can from it.

I grew up in Canton, so I'm ecstatic to be out of the suburbs. But even in my short time here I think I've surpassed the initial joy that comes from being cradled among the concrete forest of a progressive metropolis. Atlanta is a microcosm for our nation: a sprawling puzzle of subjective identity. A thousand varieties of opinions and cultures, and enough diversity to draw political borders around the neighborhoods. The American identity is impossible to put a pin on, but calling yourself an Atlanta Native is badge of passion.

But that pride is something you miss when enclosed in a rolling, two-ton, cage of steel. You fail to witness the living, breathing entity that you can’t help but fall in love with once you sleep down here for a week, because it’s something that only a resident can know.

So what has my saddle given me? A chance to romance my city, and a city to call my own. For what good is living free, if your house is not your home?

Jack Wachtel

Sunday On The East Side Trail

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Thursday, October 6, 2016

Serendipity At The Bike Commuter Breakfast

IMG_2091 IMG_5295 This morning's monthly gathering took place at our lovely, new
Café + Velo, 381 Edgewood Avenue. To keep in the loop for all things city cycling, follow Bike Commuters of Atlanta on Facebook.
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