In an old warehouse in Lyon, France, a group of volunteers patiently guide cyclists on how to realign their wheels, change an inner tube, and fix creaking pedals. A battered old commuter bike strung with tissue paper flowers hangs from the ceiling. The walls are lined with wrenches, pliers and screwdrivers, helpfully labeled in chalk. It feels different to bike workshops that I’ve attended before. Everyone here in the old warehouse identifies as female — even those running the workshop. … Continue reading How do you welcome women to cycling? Hire them.