• The Soft Music Of Spokes

    A few years ago I did my longest solo, self-supported bike trip: nine days from Boston to Niagara Falls. When I approached the Niagara River, I crossed into Canada. The border crossing was on a multi-lane divided highway in front of a bridge across the river; there was no way around it. So I merged into the highway, feeling somewhat out of place among all those cars and trucks. The Canadian border guard looked at me and my bike with a clear suspicion.