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Whether you normally drive, bike, walk, segway, skateboard, or take the bus, it's always good to change it up, especially if you drive.



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Stories (18)

  • Tianna Lind

    For the past three years, despite the fact that I do have a car, I have been taking the bus to work in downtown Pittsburgh. I only live about 4 miles from work, but when I take the bus, it still takes about 45 minutes to get there due to all the stopping. One summer I decided to walk the 4 miles home from work, and realized, not only is it good for me, but it was so nice to have a long walk, and it only took an hour and ten minutes. Hardly longer than the bus! Now, I walk home from work often in the summertime, and ride the bus otherwise. I have also been inspired and walk pretty much everywhere - out to eat, to the park, to shop, to the doctor's office, the grocery store, even if I have to lug two big reusable bags back that seem to weigh fifty pounds... day or night, I'm walking!

  • Mindy Nguyen

    I felt so invincible when I was riding my bike throughout the streets of Copenhagen - especially in the rain!

  • Johanna Holtan

    I started cycling a couple years ago and it has revolutionised the way I view the streets of Edinburgh, how I move around the town, how my style can be both form and function, and it's even changed how I view my thighs. I've been inspired by the freedom it has given me to explore, be independent, and to be strong.

    But it's not just about me. Cycling has been a catalyst in creating connections with people in Edinburgh and beyond. My cycling experience inspired me to start Bikeable Jo, a website to share bikeable stories from around the world. At the end of June, I'm part of a team who will launch Cyclehack- a 48 hour hack-a-thon to improve cycling in our cities. Sarah, Matt, and I were inspired by our own experiences on our bikes and the possibility of making it better - one small innovation at a time. Our friends around the world feel the same as Cyclehack events will be running simultaneously in Belfast, Tbilisi, Beirut, and Melbourne. There is nothing like an alternative form of transportation to encourage alternative forms of making change.

    You can read about Bikeable Jo at and Cyclehack at

  • Stephanie Speights

    When I decided to divorce my car 3.5 years ago, it was scary. All the normal questions a big city girl would ponder were a constant slide show in my head. How would I get groceries, pick up my daughter, see my friends...yadda yadda yadda. But I took a deep breath and in that moment I knew my life would change. As I watched the tow truck drive my wheels away, I waved goodbye to the fossil fuel relic that had kept me at bay from the urban terrain I have since fallen in love with. From that moment on, the streets of Los Angeles have been the veins to the heart of my connection with community I longed for.
    I started biking right away, but i also found walking and public transit a wonderful alternative to getting around. My quality of life has bumped up drastically. I find myself freer and willing to talk to strangers everywhere. My faith in people is so much stronger now because I am engaging in one on one exchanges that lead to opportunities to see and know something new. During walks to and from work I have discovered cool boutiques and small business I would have never seen while moving around in a steel box. It's funny how one's perspective changes. This experience brought me to a place of wanted even more connection with the people I lived around, so I started a neighborhood group that encourages relationships, sharing of resources and a sense of community in the big city.

  • Kendra Bridges

    When I moved back to midtown Sacramento, where I grew up, it magically became more difficult to drive than ride my bicycle or walk. While the central city of Sacramento has more parking than say San Francisco, it does have a network of parking meters and pay lots that make short car trips unattractive. Couple this disincentive with the ample provision of bike lanes criss-crossing the central city, a fair amount of bike racks, and off-road bicycle paths for longer trips to suburban neighborhoods, and bicycling for everyday transportation becomes very attractive to Sacramentans.

    My story is this: with a job near the state capitol building, parking would be cost prohibitive. I found a nice apartment within a mile of my office, with a direct route to and from work along a street with a bike lane. Take that same street the opposite direction, and I got to my gym. Continue past work a miles, and I got to the grocery store. I found everything I needed within biking distance, eliminating my need to drive anywhere. Lucky for me, Sacramento is also flat and fairly temperate, making riding short and mid distances a breeze.

    While saving money on parking and gas by nearly eliminating driving, I also improved my health. The quick 2 mile roundtrip to and from work was easy to double to come home for a relaxing lunch. Trips to the grocery store and gym added to my daily physical activity. And trips to meet friends became easier and more frequent without needing to find parking. My health, standard of living, and pocketbook all benefitted in the equation.

    That, and I loved riding my beautiful 1968 Peugeot!

  • noah mabon

    Well, my love of bicycling all started on a cold, damp, Thanksgiving Eve when I had chosen to attend an awesome, binge-worthy shindig full of beer and drinking games. Suddenly, at 2 in the morning, CRASH! I had blacked out, from my note-worthy consumption and had come to a little too late. Apparently, I hit a patch of pre-iced mud on my friend's drive way, which was a sandy canal bank, and had launched my 1996 Ford Aspire into a telephone pole. After a brief visit to the hospital, and an unfortunate stint in the pokey, I emerged Thanksgiving morning with a fresh set of bumps and scrapes to the noggin, a police record, and no car. Ouch.

    For the next few months, while I was still attending the neighboring junior college, I needed transport; so instead of burdening friends and family for rides, I took it upon myself to utilize the local public transportation system. Meanwhile I had enlisted myself in a crazy, daily workout routine, that involved: riding my father's old 3 speed around town, playing basketball for an hour, and cool down which consisted of sprinting a mile. This went on for months, until I accompanied my good friend to San Francisco, via Amtrak, for a birthday weekend. And, this "said" weekend of late night revelry and soul searching came two days before my pending court date. But, one day after walking through the heart of the city and venturing to Fisherman's Wharf, via foot, my friend and I parted ways; he went to meet a lady-friend, and I was left wandering the pier. As I wandered, I stumbled upon an establishment that rented bicycles and I took the initiative to rent one. I made it mission to ride to ride from Pier 39 to Sausalito, across the Golden Gate Bridge. Unfortunately, I never made it to Sausalito, but I did manage to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. That day changed my life forever.

    After I returned from my San Francisco weekend adventure, I had gained a tan and lost about 5 pounds. I decided, " Hell, if I could ride 'Frisco, I can ride from home in Atwater to Merced College on a daily basis. So, I found an old 10 speed, the same one I'm riding today, and tried it out. Easily enough, the 18-20 mile daily stretch was just what I needed to get my mind right, and I did that ride every day, for a year and a half, for school, work, and recreation. Since I started riding, my thirst for knowledge had grown, exponentially, and my physical drive had exceeded all of my previous limits. I would, and continue to bicycle on a daily limit.

    After graduation, I had been accepted to Humboldt State University, and I was set on going up there and dominating the PCH, and school, via bicycle. However, I did not have the sufficient funds to attend, so I decided to take a summer job in the great state of Alaska. Following my first stint of work in Alaska, in 2012, I decided to return to Alaska, and this time, 2013, I did it right. I found a vintage 10 speed on Craigslist, in Anchorage, and I did not hesitate to buy. After I bought my bicycle, I chose to ride 50 miles through the rugged Alaskan wilderness to the town of Talkeetna, the nearest town in my vicinity (I was 300+ miles north of Anchorage). I made it. I had done what no one else had. So, after my 50 mile trek, I took multiple other rides around the Alaskan wilderness, but I had grown disillusioned and had lost interest in my janitorial job; eventually I quit my job to go work 12-22 hour shifts processing salmon, in Kenai, AK. I took my bicycle, and made it a challenge to bicycle this beautiful landscape, full of beaches, breweries, and volcanoes. This is Alaska's Playground. Kenai. Soldotna. Ninilchik. Nikiski On a daily basis, I found myself riding to new, uncharted beaches, along the Kenai Peninsula, taking photos of places I never knew existed. I continued to bicycle Kenai until mid-August, when the gig was up, and the salmon season was over.

    When I left Kenai, I arrived in Anchorage and met an old friend. I had been given the offer of venturing back north, past Talkeetna, to enjoy Alaska, and Denali without work or schedule. I proceeded to ride around the BigSu area until my departure on September 30th.

    Now, I'm back in Cali', still riding and working as a Master of the Custodial of Arts. However, now I live in Merced, and must do the opposite of my original 18-20 mile route. I still enjoy it, and hell, I'll bicycle in the wind, rain, sleet, whatever. I've done it before. Mechanical issues? No problem. I'll say, since April 2011, I've bicycled thousands of miles, across California and Alaska. San Francisco, Merced, Turlock, Atwater, Yosemite, Santa Barbara, Goleta, Isla Vista, Anchorage, Kenai, Soldotna, Ninilchik, Nikiski, the Alaskan wilderness. The body may be weak, but if the mind is strong, you can surpass your physical thresholds.