by 303cycling | Jan 17, 2018 | Community, Featured, Hot Topic
A ride down memory lane. By Becky Furuta “There’s a kind of camaraderie that only exists in the darkest hours when people come together and help one another, and I sometimes wonder if all the dynamics of racing itself – the need to read a situation, to react...
by 303cycling | Jan 14, 2018 | Commentary
A ride down memory lane. By Becky Furuta “You should judge your success by what you had to give up to achieve it.” Guy in seat 24C, flight from Alicante, Spain to Madrid. I was eating a rhubarb croissant, and thinking about how tired my body felt. I had a separated...
by 303cycling | Jan 7, 2018 | Commentary
A ride down memory lane. By Becky Furuta “Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could be any different.” Garrett White, my former cycling coach I was busy berating myself. I knew I had held back. It was the final field sprint, everyone was moving into...
by 303cycling | Jan 3, 2018 | Featured, Just For Women, Road Racing
By Becky Furuta The cab driver was visibly annoyed. The roads were so thick with cars and scooters, people and bicycles, that one could hardly see the charcoal tarmac of the city street below. He clearly conveyed that making a U-turn to access the other side of the...
by 303cycling | Jan 1, 2018 | Commentary
A ride down memory lane. By Becky Furuta “My strength doesn’t come from the weakness of another.” Jerome Saydee, Economics Student in West Liberia, at a global conference Copenhagen, Denmark Some people feel uncomfortable if they are not the richest, strongest or most...
by 303cycling | Dec 20, 2017 | Featured, Just For Women
By Becky Furuta Under the circumstances, the frosting-like scent of powdered sugar and vanilla was almost putrid. I felt my stomach lurch ever so slightly as I made my way toward a row of merengues and colorful French macarons, illuminated under the silky glass of a...
by 303cycling | Dec 17, 2017 | Commentary, Just Bike Talk
A ride down memory lane. By Becky Furuta My life could be as easily measured in the passing of minutes as in the strokes of pedals. Much of my 39 years on the planet has been spent riding, from the moment my dad bought me my first black and white BMX bicycle to the...
