Connected to the Hub
When I was 10 years old, my parents bought me a bicycle. When I was a kid—way back in the nineties—having a bike was essential. It meant freedom to roam the neighborhood on summer days in the form of two wheels. It was the difference between getting to my friend’s house on the other side of the park in five minutes or a half hour. Most important, it was vital to being cool.
Unfortunately, this bike was anything but cool.
My new bike came from the thrift store, and with only one gear, no pegs, or any other accessories, it had virtually no chance of elevating my profile. It was silver, with a bit of an oblong shape, being more long than …