An Ode to the Cyclists of Austin

From 2010 ’til now, Austin has been the homebase for the Radavist. In that time a lot has changed both on this website and in the city itself. Austin has grown. I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s outgrown itself however, it’s just opened up, unveiling new layers of idiosyncrasies. Like a flower in perpetual bloom, the cyclists in this city continue to reveal new and interesting perspectives on the one thing that unifies us all: the bicycle.

As with all good-byes, its tough to embrace the nostalgia yet that’s one thing I’ve struggled with greatly over these past few weeks. How can I leave a city behind that essentially made me and thus, this website what it is today? Why would I want to leave and at what sacrifice?

Truth told, I’m unsure of the answer to many of the questions that plagued my brain on my initial drive out to Los Angeles and as I’m sitting in my office, with boxes packed up all around me, I’m still uncertain. What I do know is that throughout my adulthood, I’ve made a series of bold, scary moves. All of which resulted in new chapters in my life.

Los Angeles offers a new start, even though it’s far from a foreign land to me. Scrolling backwards through what is essentially digital junkspace, or a catalog of photo galleries and products, you’ll see LA all over the Radavist.

Yet, I always called the city of Austin, its people, its roads and trails, my home. There’s no real way to paraphrase this move, or to hit absolutely everything with finite detail, so I’ve pulled together some favorite moments over the past few years to share with you.

To say I’m not afraid of this move or what it’ll inevitably cost me, both physically and mentally would be a lie but fear… Fear is the mind killer.

This gallery represents some of my fondest memories of life in Austin.

Till next time, Texas. I’ll miss ya!