Especially for our own Moms and all the Moms we love – thank you for getting us rolling on our training wheels, cheering us on when we outgrew them, and inspiring us to ride toward our greatest goals.
Here’s to you, Moms!
Paula appreciates a favorite Mom, Kathy
My BFF and I grew up in the same neighborhood, went to school together and moved to CA many years ago. She became the mom I never did and gave me the greatest gift a friend ever could – letting me be godmother to lovely Anna. Although they live thousands of miles away, we make a point to meet up and ride whenever possible.
New Dad Nik celebrates with new Mom, Dani
It has been a goal of Dani’s to get back on her bike since Andreas was born. In part what has prevented her has been the long winter we had in Vermont, but also because a newborn is a perfect distraction to all other things that used to take priority. However, on Dani’s first Mother’s Day, eight weeks and six days after Andreas was born, she will take to the road to feel the sense of freedom and independence only a bike ride can give you. That is, not before a stop at our local bike shop to get Andreas a bike carrier of his own for future family adventures.
Colin S’s Mom, Sheila, recalls hair raising adventures on a bike
In 1944 I was 16 and I would cycle every day from Fulham, where I lived, to Putney, where I went to High school. With no helmet or special clothing, my school uniform skirt flapping around my knees,
I would ride with my books on my back in a ruck sack and a tennis racket balanced across my handle bars, through rush hour traffic up Putney High street, stopping behind the buses and dodging around parked trucks. When I look back it sounds so dangerous.
Did I mention that WW 2 was still on and we needed to look out for “doodle bugs,” the pilot-less planes that the Germans were sending over which would come down and explode when they got over London?
How come I remember being so happy? It must have been a great bicycle!
Jeannette’s Mom, Gertrude, Rocking her Terry
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At 83 years young and two hip replacements later – my mother continues to enjoy taking her Soleil for a walk. Here she is wearing our Soleil Flow Spokes/Lavender from 2018.
My mother also pitches in when our summer season gets busy here at our Customer Service call center and Warehouse. Here she is watching over the Terry Warehouse Dog, Nellie.
Lisa celebrates two cycling Moms: Pat and Ronni
My Mom, Pat, was born and raised in Lockport, NY, a great little town on the Erie Canal. She has fond memories of jumping on her bike to go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted! Her favorite bicycle was her “Victory“, a piece of WW II history. Her childhood love of cycling carried forward to our love of cycling. In this photo, this is me (Lisa from Customer Service) riding with my little sister Cynnie, in the New North End section of Burlington, Vermont… Home of Terry Bicycles!
My mother-in-law, Ronni, is an avid indoor spinner. She rides three to four times a week to keep a tricky knee healthy and strong. She is quite fond of the Terry Spinnaker bottoms, which she fondly calls her “Exercise Trousers.” She pairs them with a bright, stylish Soleil Flow top for a classy club look!
Colin D’s Mom, Lorna, remembered
I miss her gentle, steady encouragement when things were tough, and her keen sense of beauty in all natural things. She was not a life-long cyclist by any means, but she did ride a tandem around the English countryside with my Dad in the years after they were married. Maybe I inherited my cycling passion from them. We often chatted about the places she loved to go hiking and rambling in the Yorkshire Dales, and later enjoyed in the car as my sister took her for day trips – over the same roads and twisty, 25% grade climbs I had ridden as a teenager. Love always, Mum!
Kelly welcomes Mom, Sally, home
Thank you, Mom.
Truly amazed by her grit and determination – not to mention her feline-like lives, I am beyond grateful that the woman who taught me to love and play in the great outdoors is finally home after a long hospital stay. And just in time for Mothers’ Day, with all her children near! It’s been quite a journey and taken its toll. The physical scars soon will heal, but the mind will continue to let go. A stark reminder to embrace the present and quick-release the pressures from the day, and tomorrow’s yet to come. As I look to ways for being more in the “present”, my mind drifts to a familiar bike ride on an open trail and I know she’s leading the way… thanks, Mom.
Like the Cycling Mom T-shirt? Spotted on Teespring.
