I hate riding my bicycle.
In fact, I don’t even have a bicycle.
Thinking about riding a bicycle makes me tired. I can remember the jello-feeling I used to feel in my thighs after going around the block. The way I could pedal and pedal, but if I was going into the wind I could walk faster.
Ugh. I’m reliving it all over again and shuddering.You would think the very last book in the world to capture me would be a book about riding bikes. You would be wrong.
I fell in love HARD for Changing Gears: A Family Odyssey to the End of the World by Nancy Sathre-Vogel in the prologue where she describes and encounter with a 400-pound black bear that begins chasing her 10-year old son while he pedals his bike for his life.
My eyes bulged and I realized this book was not going to be “just” about biking.
About Katie
