My life with bikes

Plus a little rant and a plea

About seven years ago, after a lifetime of riding bicycles, I sold my bikes and swore off the activity for good. It’s not that I stopped enjoying riding, per se. It’s just that every time I went out for a ride, I had to gird myself for battle against the assholes — er, bad motorists — infesting the roads of Durango, where I lived at the time. And that n…