Bicycles as Agents of Change

Biking on the beach

Sometimes, I roll into mountain bike races–and even trailheads–wondering why I am a part of such an entitled, capitalist-driven, expensive sport. I loathe the sight of gas guzzling SUVs (especially when only one bicycle and one person emerge from the SUV), and camping near shiny RVs the size of an average house (complete with loud

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Mountain Biking in “The Most Patriotic City in America” and “The Indian Capital of the World”

I was in Gallup, New Mexico recently for a mountain bike race, and when a mass of shiny Toyota Tundras with $8,000 mountain bikes in tow descend upon the town, the town’s poverty (by American standards, at least) is pretty apparent. The image of “have” and “have not” is striking: $50,000 trucks and Sprinter vans

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360 Bike Tour of Flagstaff’s San Francisco Peaks

Once in the spring, and once in the fall, I ground myself in Northern Arizona’s seasons by riding my bike around the San Francisco Peaks. In the spring, my mind wanders as I ride through tunnels of bright green aspen, meadows dappled with lupine, poppies and Rocky Mountain iris, and views of shrinking snowfields plastered

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Women athletes or athlete models? The role of women in the outdoors.

As women participating in male-dominated athletic activities, our marginalized position is incredibly complicated. If we can do an activity as well as a man, and look hot doing it, we are told we are special. This feels good. But when the dominant culture blatantly–or even unintentionally–excludes us, doesn’t listen to us, calls us a clutz or a spaz because of something we did in a stressful moment, our feelings are hurt. We need to act–and react–with intention to make situations better for us and for other women. Then, we need to think critically about the layers of privilege and marginalization extending out in a million different directions from us.

Confession: I started mountain biking to impress my boyfriend.

Irreverent Advice #2: Sometimes, it’s okay to flirt the same way you did when you were twelve. Sometimes, it’s okay to kick a little ass in order to get the attention of the person you’ve been crushing on forever. As climbing partners, my boyfriend and I just weren’t that compatible. He loves bouldering and sport

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I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL (and somehow won another race)

A few weeks ago, one of my young climbing partners (he’s twenty-four-years-old, complete with two adorable dimples and the cockiest grin this side of the Mississippi) told me I should invite our friend Jaclyn to a bike race. Jaclyn’s early-twenties heart had recently been ripped out of her chest by a mutual friend, and I

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Do What You Love (but make sure to get a part-time job too)

A lot of Millennials figured this out before I did. If you really want to “do what you love” for employment–or, at least do something that relates to your frivolous liberal arts degree–you should also find a part-time job that will help pay off your student loans. Take, for example, my childhood best friend whose full-time

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Start Strength Training (even if you are worried about being embarrassed)

I have a really good “uncoordinated girl eats shit during workout class” story. It’s particularly funny because I started going to strength-specific workout classes to make myself feel better about turning thirty. Causing a scene–and needing to be rescued by the instructor–definitely made me feel worse about turning thirty. But the embarrassment only lasted a

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Why didn’t we vote?

Dear Millennials, Why didn’t we vote in this last midterm election? Was it really voter apathy? Was it because we are so entitled, and full of ourselves, that we didn’t believe any of the candidates spoke to the issues that we find important? That’s what this Salon piece claims. Or, was it because of voter suppression,

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