“In fact the flying carpet is but a literary metaphor for a familiar phenomenon. Every true traveler rides on his own magic carpet. He is inhibited neither by the inconveniences of his journey, nor by the borders, front lines, demarcation zones, vistas, passports, vast distances, or other obstacles.” - Jerzy Stempowski, from his essay The Smuggler’s Library
For me, that flying carpet is a bicycle and it has taken me places I would never have imagined. This seems to be a common storyline among so many of us. It has has been my privilege to compile and share these stories over the past year. Cycling is more than the bike we ride or the kit we wear, it is the collective thread that unites those of us who have been moved (literally and figuratively) by this once odd, and truly extraordinary machine. This year, you’ll see more stories of women who ride, and you’ll see us travel to far-off places in search of that perfect climb, that smooth paved road, and the untouched gravel lane begging to be followed. We start our year of travel and adventure in Cape Town, South Africa where Eeden La Grange, born and raised in South Africa, shares her favorite rides, the best places to get a great cup of coffee, and all things Cape Town.
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