Author

Emlyn Lewis

Robot fell in love with cycling watching the older neighborhood kids ride wheelies down the street. It was the early '70s, and Evel Knievel was jumping motorcycles over buses. Everything seemed possible. From that moment, the die was cast (iacta alia est).

He studied philosophy in college, of course he did. That's what idealists do, romantics, kids who think there must be a better way. At the same time, bikes were carrying him everywhere, delivering all of life's gifts and surprises. Occasionally he crashed and didn't mind.

Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
I have been going back through the (really rather massive) archive of writing that Padraig and I (to a lesser extent) compiled at Red Kite Prayer, partly to recycle old ideas…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
Like you, I've had gratitude bouncing around my brain for the last couple days. I have so much to be thankful for that it's hard to know where to begin. In a year when the…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
This is Django. He might be 6-years-old. He has an underbite, that makes it look like he's possibly angry with you. He isn't. He's just sorta ugly, which turns out to be one…
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New Bike Day

Emlyn Lewis
New Bike Day is like a birthday that falls on Christmas, but in a leap year during a full moon when your tax refund arrives in the mail and your grandmother drops off a fresh…
Op-Ed

TCI Friday

Emlyn Lewis
I got hit by a car once (actually a few times), but this particular time it took an odd psycho-emotional toll on me that affected my riding for nearly a year. The wrist I…

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