A Biker Friendly City
After the movie was over, we enjoyed the sensation of warm sunlight on our skin as we exited the air-conditioned Byrd Theater. My friend Russell called in an order for Cuban sandwiches at my favorite restaurant, less than two miles away, and we hopped on our bicycles and headed for Floyd Avenue.
Floyd has relatively low traffic, which means we can usually ride side-by-side and talk. The city seems strangely quiet when you travel by bike. There’s no blaring car radio or wind cut by open windows. There are just birds, laughs, bits of strangers’ conversations, rustling leaves, and smells. Speaking of smells, I caught a whiff of roasted pork and plantains that told me we must be on the same block as Kuba Kuba.
We picked up our lunch and said hello to Manny, who was on a bench out front refilling water bowls for some of his customers’ pups. Russell and I ate our Cubans sitting on the low wall of a small park and playground across the street.
I feel so lucky to enjoy afternoons like this. Before moving to Richmond four years ago, I hadn’t ridden a bike in years. I grew up moving between suburban sprawl and rural farmland. To me, bicycling was something for children circling a cul-de-sac or spandex-clad maniacs.
Richmond has a funny way of surprising you and changing you—because I moved to RVA, I’m a proud cyclist, food snob, yogi, and SEO Analyst!
– Aimee Sanford, 6 year resident of Richmond