• Women’s Wednesday: Sexism in Cycling

    Submitted by 303cycling on February 21st, 2018

    By Becky Furuta I could tell you a million stories. I bet you have a million of your own. At least, you do if you are a woman. There’s the time I pulled up to a red light in the dead of winter, wearing fleece-lined bibs, a long-sleeved jersey and a heavy winter cycling jacket.Read More

    • Women’s Wednesday: Use It. But Not Because You Might Lose It

      Submitted by 303cycling on January 24th, 2018

      I love bikes. I don’t care if it’s cold, snowy or rainy. I don’t care if I come home with blood on my knee and a cassette full of mud. I’ve ridden in storms, 100 degree days and I’ve raced a bike in the dark of a snowy night. Every day and night is a good time to ride. Until it isn’t. And your body says in its sly, seductive way “Let’s get in bed.” And you do because out of nowhere (which isn’t true, there’s a somewhere but you don’t care), all of a sudden you’re crying not because you watched the latest This is Us on NBC but because your back and your ribs and your sides hurt. Like labor pain and I’ve had three babies without drugs and let me just say, this hurt and people around me haven’t seen that side of me. The side of me that stays in bed for seven days at a time. Read more

      • Women’s Wednesday: Ending the Season

        Submitted by 303cycling on January 3rd, 2018

        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 avenue would be a near impossibility, andRead More

        • Women’s Wednesday: Becky Furuta on Cycling through Grief

          Submitted by 303cycling on December 20th, 2017

          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 pastry case like fish swimming in an aquarium. ARead More