You ride a bicycle through the city and you hope people see you. You hope the road is kind.
You hope the cars don’t come too close.
This isn’t how it should feel. But it’s how it often does.
This book begins with that feeling, the mix of joy and fear, freedom and risk. It looks at the streets we’ve built, the ones we inherited, and asks who they were really made for. It stays with the quiet details, missing bike lanes, broken signs, and empty
You ride a bicycle through the city and you hope people see you. You hope the road is kind.
You hope the cars don’t come too close.
This isn’t how it should feel. But it’s how it often does.
This book begins with that feeling, the mix of joy and fear, freedom and risk. It looks at the streets we’ve built, the ones we inherited, and asks who they were really made for. It stays with the quiet details, missing bike lanes, broken signs, and empty