Stories from our riders

I was 34 and thought it was too late. By the third week I was riding to the market on my own. The coaches never rushed me.

My mother never learned. Now we ride together on Fridays, and she laughs the whole way. Thank you for making her feel brave.

Delivery work gave me my own income. The road-safety training made me feel safe, and the team still checks in on me.

I never imagined standing on a podium. Six months after my first wobble, I had a medal around my neck.

I was scared of falling, but my coach held the seat until I was ready. Now I ride to school with my friends.

No bicycle at home, so I borrowed one from the team. That one small thing meant I could finally start.

Joining the federation felt huge. The coaches here prepared me, and I never felt alone at my first race.

Hard work, but I am proud of earning on two wheels. I would love more evening batches for working women.

Learning with other girls made it fun. We cheered every time someone balanced for the first time.