What the heck is BikeSexuality? Something different for everyone, surely. “Primarily attracted to other people who ride bicycles” is one definition, but like most such summations it’s hardly the final word.
One way to find out is by helping fund my latest publishing project — a zine that covers a staggering (and surprisingly un-smutty) range of human sexual expression as it relates to bicycling.
This is Taking the Lane #7, and like every other issue it started off as a fully formed idea and turned into something awesomely different and better. I figured I would get an inbox full of soft porn thinly disguised as nonfiction; instead I got a flood of well-written submissions that were difficult to choose between. The final cut contains pieces that are silly, serious, and both at once; it has brash voices of experience, joyfully flawed youthful experimentation, and several flavors of hearty lust; it all adds up to something far, far cooler and smarter and more fun to read than I expected — just not as smutty.
So — if bikey smut is what you’re after, that’s well covered elsewhere (or uncovered, I guess). For something just as interesting, complicated and undefinable, but with less nudity and moaning, fund this zine!










On tour: Lack of infrastructure can’t stop cyclists in Mobile, Alabama
Mobilians on Bikes on a group ride. (Photos by Ben Brenner)
There’s a chicken and egg question I keep coming back to — which comes first, the bike infrastructure or the bike riders? There doesn’t seem to be any single answer except the frustrating non-simple one that you need both at once and that they tend to build on each other. This dynamic is played out — or not — differently everywhere. In several stops on tour, we saw places that offers bicyclists little official accommodation but a lot of grassroots encouragement. Mobile, Alabama, was one of them.
In Mobile, a gorgeous, 300 year old small city with a ton of charm, we stayed with Dan & Amy Murphy for two nights. They entertained us with homemade beer, stories of their travels and the other travelers they’d hosted through Couchsurfing, and unstoppable, contagious good cheer.
The Murphys are brand new to bicycling — they started in November, 2011. “I was looking for a way to exercise that I did not detest,” Amy explained. They’d seen other people biking around town and they looked like they were having a lot of fun, so they made a trial investment in two cheap department store bikes.
It paid off — they both fell in love with bicycling right away, and both began riding regularly to their jobs downtown. “It makes me feel like a nine year old kid!” said Amy.
But, the Murphys told us, Mobile is not a very safe or comfortable place to ride. It’s a bit sprawling, summers can be brutal, wheel-eating potholes abound, and people in cars do not necessarily see people on bicycles or yield to them. The city’s only bike infrastructure consists of a few, not always clear, signs that mark the route that both Murphys use to commute.