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In 1866, Congress created the first peacetime all-black Army regiments-the Buffalo Soldiers. There were four regiments in all and members of the 25th Infantry stationed at Fort Missoula became the Bicycle Corps. Bicycling caught the eye of the US military in the late 1800s. In 1896, Fort Missoula's Lieutenant James Moss, a white officer (African American regiments were historically commanded by white officers), was granted permission to establish a Bicycle Corps with soldiers from the 25th Infantry. Their job was to test the bicycle for possible military applications. What resulted was a journey of epic proportions. After shakedown rides to Lake McDonald (126 miles) and Yellowstone National Park (800 miles) in 1896, the men rolled out of Fort Missoula on June 14, 1897 at 5:30 in the morning. Forty-one days and 1900 miles later, they pedaled into their destination, St. Louis. - See more at: http://wabikes.org/2014/02/10/black-history-bike-history/?goback=%2Egde_91090_member_5839075474793316352#sthash.YrfHxVJ4.dpuf

Last week the social media world of the New York and Long Island cycling community blew up with outrage over a Suffolk County Legislator's letter to a 17 year old. The letter was in response to the young mans inquiry and call for assistance from...

Protected bike lanes are the latest approach US cities are taking to help their residents get around by bike. But these protected lanes lose their buffer separation at intersections, reducing the comfort and safety for people riding. What the protected bike lane needs is the protected intersection. This proposal for the George Mason University 2014 Cameron Rian Hays Outside the Box Competition presents a vision for a safe, clear intersection design that improves conditions for all users. Proper design of refuge islands, crossing position and signal timing can create a safe intersection that people of all ages and abilities would feel safe in. Learn more online at ProtectedIntersection.com

I was riding my bike on the shoulder of a busy road in a quaint town in coastal Maine when it happened: A car full of young men rode up alongside me, shouting lewd insults. That was unnerving enough. Then, as they passed me, just inches away, one of them slapped me on the rear end.