My last job involved working for a very big, very corporate bank in the middle of downtown Boston. I'd ride my bike in on Fridays, when the dress code was lax enough to wear something practical for cycling, and spend my mornings in adrenaline packed half hours of dodging taxis, couriers and construction workers. I'd reach the office a full ten ( Read more... )

I stopped my bike at the corner of an intersection somewhere between Sudbury and Framingham. My eyes studied the map in my hands, trying to figure out which road I was crossing and if this meant that I had to turn now or keep on going straight. I had been riding for about three hours now, and had started to get accustomed to the fact that back ( Read more... )