By Anyone who’s owned at least one bike, even if it was just a tri-cycle, has a story. As I’ve added to my fleet recently, here’s my story. It was Christmas of 1988. I can’t spell out any other details, but there’s photographic evidence, snapped by a parent of mine really being geeked
The Black Urbanist
A Black Queer Disabled Feminist Urbanist Resource created and curated by Kristen E. Jeffers to Defy Gentrification and Craft Liberation
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