When I Started Riding, I Was Treated Like I Didn’t Exist
HOW COULD SOMETHING SO INNOCENT AS RIDING A BICYCLE MAKE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING FEEL DISCARDED? I have been met with racism in various roles as a bike rider, from being the average mom cyclist to being a professional rider agent. The subtle and often not-so-subtle actions communicating, “You all do not belong here” are recurring. Five years ago, as a new female cyclist I understood the chance of returning home safe was higher if pedaling with a group. In search of a place to lea