The Main Line teems with talented trainers.

But we’ve found no one (yet) who brings as much of himself to the table and inspires a more rabid following than SoulCycle Master Instructor Ryan Lewis.

It goes way deeper than his jammed classes, his Instagram eye candy and legendary Taylor Swift rides.

Twenty-three times a week – 16 classes at Soul in Ardmore and Center City, seven more at Barry’s Bootcamp – Ryan empties himself fully, baring all, daring all. Lay it all out, I’ll pull you out, I’ll lift you up. We’re in this together. 

St. Joe’s Prep alums may recall Ryan as the skinny theater kid who came out to 50 male classmates during a religious retreat.

A 12-year-old just opened his own bike shop in Paoli.

Yup, you read that right.

Dom Fixes Bikes, aka DFB, is owned and operated by Dom Pecora. The Valley Forge Middle School sixth-grader ditched modeling and acting gigs – he’s walked runways and appeared on national TV – for the greasier charms of bike chains, tubes and lubes.

Calling Dom merely precocious sells him short. This kid’s got an entrepreneur’s moxie, a mechanic’s smarts and a salesman’s gift of gab.

Look, Mom. No masks!

Cool breezes and a hot tourist market – no boarding pass required – are calling us Shore-ward like never before. You too?

That’s why we’ve ventured off the Main Line to compile our first SAVVY (at the) Shore Guide.

Researching this one was so rough, you’ll have to twist our arms to try this again next year.

Nah, who’re we kidding? We had so much fun, we just might have to relocate. SAVVY Shore, anyone?

Before we dive into the latest and greatest, here’s what locals are buzzing about over pancakes at Gilchrist’s, steamers at Smitty’s and Blue Moons at the Princeton.

Like the blessed spring that finally came, our fair ‘burbs are bursting with new life.

City-ish life.

Philly-esque goodies has been popping up in our own backyards: outdoor comedy clubs and concerts, wine and distillery tastings, assorted flea and farmer’s markets.

Bringing the biggest buzz lately? The roomy new rooftop bar at the Great American Pub and Lola’s Garden of earthly delights in Suburban Square. Both couldn’t be more trendy or timely, although they were both in the works before the pandemic.

Spring, mercifully, has sprung.

Before you know it, we’ll be dining under the stars without huddling around heaters.

Still, we’re pretty sure the takeout trend isn’t going anywhere. Hungry for new places to try? We asked some higher-profile peeps for their go-to Main Line spots:

With COVID cases falling and kids’ academic and emotional losses piling up, the drumbeat for fully reopening schools is getting louder by the minute.

If nearby districts and private schools can safely bring students back full-time, why can’t Lower Merion, Radnor and T/E? a growing chorus of public school parents wants to know.

Well, that chorus is being heard. Change is in the air.

Two years ago, Leslie Holt had every reason to give up. To curl up in a ball and blot out world. To stop caring.

She’d been fighting for her daughter for 15 years. And that all-consuming war – abruptly, devastatingly – had ended.

Leslie had lost. Lana was gone.

One way to survive the cold COVID winter ahead: drool over DiBruno Bros.’ spring arrival in Wayne.

The gourmet food purveyor just shared its plans with SAVVY.

Wowza.

There’s no way I’m getting this virus, thought Andy Phillips, as he set off on a run near his Chester Springs home in late March. He felt lousy that day, but at age 53, he was in great shape – eating right and exercising like mad.

“If you lined up ten of his friends, Andy was the healthiest,” says his wife Trish McDonough Phillips.

But try as he might, Andy couldn’t outrun COVID. He got the virus.

So did his son.

So did his father.

AnnaMarie Jones was living the suburban dream – happily married to a Rothman orthopedic surgeon, raising three kids in Radnor schools, and active in her church and community.

Life here was good.

The fact that her late father was Black and her mother is a first-generation white Sicilian American just wasn’t that big a deal.

Light-skinned, AnnaMarie has always been “white passing.”

She didn’t hide her biracial heritage; she just didn’t broadcast it.

Well, not anymore.