I remember the exact moment it hit me. I was crouched in the grass next to this beat-up old mountain bike, the kind you see leaning against a shed for five years before someone finally digs it out for a ride. The tires were flat, the chain was stuck solid, and the...

You wouldn’t believe how many conversations lately start the same way: someone rolls up to my Pedal Rescue booth at the farmers market, squints at the tire prices hanging off the side, and asks, “Why are bikes so expensive now?” I usually just nod and say, “It’s not...

If you hang around the Pedal Rescue tent long enough, you’re bound to hear the question at least once a day — usually while I’m wrestling a stubborn tire back onto a rim, hands covered in dust and grease. Someone will lean in and ask, almost like they’re sharing a...

There’s something magical about a Saturday morning at the farmers market. The smell of fresh produce, the hum of friendly chatter, the bright colors of fruits, vegetables, and flowers—it’s like a little pocket of joy in your week. Now imagine swapping the usual drive...