This came across our desk today and of course we can’t help but give them a shout out.
LoveGave Bikes is a 58 Hour Bike Drive to help buy bikes for 250 kids in 12 schools in the Charleston area. Go to their website or visit them at the West Ashley Walmart to help.
With a new niece added to the family and several friends who are pregnant and love to bicycle, I’ve been taking a look at the different options out there for carting baby around! While here in America, it seems everyone goes first for the seat on the back of the bike (is it safer?), the Dutch go for the front of the bike seat, which I think I would do too. So here’s a great example of BOTH from the blog Dutch City Bike. How great is this? If you want to know where to get a front baby seat, this company, Bobike, has some adorable ones.
Thanks Dutch City Bike for the great photo! If you want to read more, hop on over to their site.
We’ve been salivating after Velorbis bikes for quite a while now, but alas, they were only sold across the pond. They sell classic vintage bicycles including those great cargo bikes that are perfect for groceries and/or kids. Fortunately the bike angels have been watching over us, because now Velorbis has come to the US! Actually, the distributor out of Chicago contacted us to see about carrying their lines in Charleston. YES!!! YES PLEASE!! Check out some of their bicycles below and let us know if you want ‘em.
This article from The Daily Beast came out recently and describes how women are leading the charge in taking back biking as a ‘normal’ ‘everyday’ activity!!!! Hurrah – we knew ya’ll would lead the way just as Jeff Mapes predicted.
Here’s an excerpt…
“Women today ride in dresses, pumps, hats, and all kinds of professional and casual attire. They are also more visible socially and politically. Women are opening bike stores around the country, manage and staff hip bicycle cafes, and design innovative and stylish cycling clothes and accessories. They also head up some of the most influential advocacy organizations in our country.”
This morning in Charleston, I participated in the Edwin Gardner Memorial Ride. A bicycle ride to not only honor a fallen cyclist, but also a man who was an integral part of this city’s fabric, and loved by everyone with whom he came in contact.
I arrived with camera in tow, intending to capture each moment of this event, hoping to create a moving photo montage that would illuminate the spirit of the ride. I took photos of over 500 people gathered together on bicycles small and tall. Of children and grandparents and 20-somethings and everything in between. I photographed the endless stream of riders – gently, quietly, rolling down the Battery. I captured the group of paddlers floating in the water just off White Point Gardens, a lone rowboat in tow. As they raised their paddles in salute, their American flags fluttered in the breeze over the glittering Charleston Harbor and a flock of birds rose up into the blue true dream of a sky – their wings beating in perfect tempo to the thumping of our hearts. Hundreds of brightly colored flowers streamed past my lens in the murky water, thrown over the wall by the hands of loved ones with tear-soaked faces – sad and delighted and moved all at once in a unique collusion of emotions. Then I photographed the ghost bike, a pure white bicycle surrounded by flowers and graced by signatures, tied up to a post on the corner of Lockwood Blvd and Montagu, the site of Edwin’s death.
And on the very last photo that I took of the special insignia designed by Edwin’s family in honor of him, I looked down at my camera and saw the message “No CF Card”.
I was crushed.
And then I sat with it a moment.
And I realized that the lesson is this.
Be present in the NOW.
Put down your camera, computer, phone, or remote control. Reach out to the ones you love. Acknowledge the extraordinary beauty that beckons to you in every moment. Get connected with your environment and the people around you. Live your life with passion and power. And in doing all those things, you can be true to Edwin’s legacy.
And you can honor yourself.
And so I leave you with this…a poem by e.e. cummings.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Cycle Chic isn’t always about pretty bikes and pretty people. Cycle Chic is about being on a bicycle, connecting with your environment, moving your body and joy. Now doesn’t this photo represent all of that? We’ve seen this parti-colored tandem bike around town, but only met it in person last Saturday during a Lowcountry Local First urban garden agricultural bicycle tour. The little boy is CJ the Master Gardener, and he was more than happy to show us his lemon verbena, mint, rosemary and tomatoes. Love it.
A reader sent in these photos after a group of her girlfriends and even a few of the husbands put this beach cruiser together as a birthday/moving away gift for her sister. Knowing full well you just can’t live on or near the beach without a chic beach cruiser that makes you happy, I think they did a fantastic job don’t you? A little creativity and a light-hearted spirit goes a long way.
Hope to see you around town Sherry!!
Check out this great video montage from Streetfilms. We are honored to have been included! Apologies for not being able to post it here – but this blog platform won’t accept flash. Urgh!
Go here to see the video!
We found this post somewhere online and just loved it. It’s about casting away fear and doubt and letting your inner bike goddess shine. Thanks to Cecily Cycle Chic for this!
“The wind caught the hem of my dress as I sped downhill, but I didn’t care. The breeze felt like a chilly kiss on my bare knees, and the sensation made me sit a little straighter on my bike seat. My head was high, my chin pointed defiantly forward as I pushed up and coasted down hills on my way into the office.”