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Mr. Haring later combined his art and bicycles just a bit more.
Use a bike to see the work of Keith’s modern-day contemporaries.
And you can still use your bike to help with the fight against the disease that took Keith from us.
Have fun. And be kind out there.
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WEDNESDAY CLASSIC: UNIVERSAL TRUTH OF CYCLING #1: THE RED LIGHT FOOT BUTTON. Do I even need to explain this? If you’ve even gone on a half dozen road rides in your life you know what this means. You pull up to a red light…you stay clipped in and pause…surely the light’s gonna turn…you track stand…any second now…wait for it…waaaaaait for it…nothing…so you relent, unclip, and as soon as your foot touches the ground, blink! It turns green. Son of a…! Is there a device buried in the pavement that reacts to your cleat? A magnetic trigger? Unless we dig up the street with a backhoe, we’ll never know.
Worry is slow. Stress cannot hold your wheel. Stress is easy to drop. Anxiety fades at the foot of your first climb. Rolling in a warmup gear down the driveway or up the first crunchy yards of a trailhead and Worry is already in your dust. Out of breath. Dying. On the roadside, bent over its frame gasping for air. Leave it there. It's the first enemy on your ride and the easiest to defeat. So get rolling. Because your friends Peace and Happiness have kitted up and are already rolling. If you head out now you can catch them.
SHE DID IT. On the weekly, family Trader Joe's run. All of us in a steady pace line for the 3 mile return trip. An easy grade once we settled into our rhythm. A hundred yards from the final turn into the final climb and I got lulled into complacency. I looked to check on my son behind me and, when I looked back she was gone. Off the front. Steadying the bag of groceries on my front rack I took off in pursuit but it was too late. She did it. Legitimately. Smartly. Ferociously. Finally. - Brian
