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Bellecycle is a movement that began in Amsterdam in 2016 over a glass of red wine. Founded by Tiffany Mannion, bellecycle is committed to sharing the culture of two-wheel travel. Since its inception, Tiffany has bicycled nearly 6000 miles in seven different countries. Join the movement and be part of the ride.

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Destination Exploration: Denmark

Denmark has been on my radar for years with arguably the world’s best reputation for bicycling.  And flightswere so wonderfully inexpensive, and I thought . . . “why not,” leaving me with “when next?”

If you are new to riding in Europe. Land here. Copenhagen is a short 20 minute train ride from the airport. Get into the city. Wander about your neighborhood. Get some dinner and settle down for a long luscious sleep.

 

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How I Pack For a European Bicycling Vacation

Carefully. Like a surgeon.

I just returned from a trip to Munich. Staying in one hip hotel, the Ruby Lilly, I got to my room and proceeded to unpack enough clothes and shoes to open a store. Munich, evidently, was a breeze to pack for. My doppelganger threw everything from my closet into my luggage, zipped it up and I was off to cart around Bavaria with all the comforts and contents of home. Don’t . . . just don’t.

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Want to Bicycle in Europe?

How can I bicycle in Europe?

I have a complex answer for this simple question . . .

First . .  start with a bike.  A few airlines will let you take your bike on the plane as a piece of luggage.  I have flown British Airways and Aer Lingus with bikes before and have not been charged for them at all! I have also flown Swiss Air with a bike, and it become a little more complex, but I made it through after some arm wrestling. These airlines treat a bike like a piece of luggage, so we check the bike, and use our panniers are carry-ons.  

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The Boston Marathon Midnight Ride

A group gathered at Southborough station and waited as black clouds covered the Maxfield Parrish skyline. Wind whipped pillars of sand into the cooling night air and we took cover as clouds let out a little moisture. We were waiting for midnight on the eve of the Boston Marathon.

As midnight approached, the group grew in number to over 2800 riders. With lights, bells, music, costumes and bikes galore . . . imagine “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with bikes and boom-boxes. Whimsically fabulous, the ride is an annual tradition that remains one of my favorites.

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What is Patriot's Day?

For the past several years, I have bicycled from The Old North Bridge in Concord, Massachusetts to Boston around Patriot’s Day. I started to ride in order to explore the “shot heard ‘round the world” and experience the trail of the British march on Concord and subsequent retreat to the city. But for those hours in between the steady stomp of boots, we heard the first labor pains of this great nation.

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Bicycling in Brooklyn

This snow, this elusive spring, this relentless winter in the northeast has really dented my psyche, my longing for outdoors, my love for two wheel travel! I tore away last weekend, with my boots dragging through the snow and my warmest sweater on my back and made my way to the car. Bikes locked on the roof, my husband took off in search of sunshine. We found it in Brooklyn. And dang it was good. Sweet, warm and delicious.…

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Bicycling Brain Fever

It’s beginning to look a lot like spring. Nope . . .

Last year by this time, I had hundreds of miles on my bike. This year, I am struggling. I’ve got bicycling brain fever. That specific fever that encourages you to ride in a 17 mile an hour headwind. The fever that has you cycling in Sorel boots. The fever that forces you to carry your bike over eighteen patches of ice on the bike path. Yup. That one.

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The First 100 Miles

Great news! My tailbone is really feeling great from my freak accident riding on the ice. Who knew . . . More great news . . . I’m riding again, and I’m sore. Sore from pedaling through mud up to my rims as the paths thaw. Sore from putting my sausage and bacon winter weight on my sits bones. Sore from battling the spring wind just down from the Tundra. I rode three days last week, four this week, and kept wondering if that person from last year was going to get my bike out and get on it and ride without complaint. She did not. Stubborn and churlish.

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