Why Bike Rodeos Matter (And Why We Need to Do More)
I organized and led my first bike rodeo 18 years ago, in a sunbaked school parking lot with a pile of orange cones, a box of too-big helmets, some sidewalk chalk, and more enthusiasm than expertise.
Kids showed up with bikes in various forms of disarray—flat tires, loose handlebars, rusted chains, and one with pedals held on by hope alone. Some kids didn’t have bikes, so they shared one.