Name: John Type of bike: Raleigh road bike with modified motorcycle pannier Why is your bike indisposable to you? This bike is indisposable because it replaces both a truck and a motorcycle.
Here's my little Ode to Montréal on the day that Charles De Gaulle declared "Vive le Québec Libre!" You can get a sense of this liberté by renting a Bixi, in my humble opinion, the best way to check out this fun North American city - which also happens to be one of the top 20 bike towns in the world. I happened to be visiting during la Fête de St. Jean-Baptiste, when all the Quebeckers proudly display their love for their pays. Montréal's so cool that they named their bikes after it. And the hot dudes on bikes are not to be missed. My next installment on Montréal will be about the recent student movement, but for now let's relish in the uniqueness of this ville de merveilles. Or just relish in the Poutine.
Jacob rolls up on Shelly's bike. Shelly rides an old rental trek decorated with lots of stickers. Jacob says that Shelly's bike has an indisposable character- it's colorful, fun-loving, and has a beautiful spirit. Here are Jacob and Shelly posing in the metrofiets! Bit by a pit, and she don't care! Jacob suggested she hide the band-aids from the photo, but Shelly was not convinced! Looks like Love on Wheels to me. Laissez les bon temps rouler!
Ran into Chimowitz on his bike the other night. He thought he could impress me. But his silly tricks don't impress me. Although his art certainly does (here's a preview of his backdrop for tonight's event). Thurs. 7/12 at 6 pm at California Academy of Sciences. Tix to the DFF/Nightlife $12. www.calacademy.org/events/nightlife/?t=3 www.disposablefilmfest.com/events/
Québec... now that I'm back in the SF fog, layered in wool accessories, I'm dreaming of my summer vacation. They used to say in Québec that if summer fell on a Saturday, they'd have a picnic. But now, most Québecois have told me that Climate Change has taken its toll on the Great White North. Summers are hotter and winters are milder. Because the summer heat in Montréal was unbearable, my pal Marie-Lyse rented a place in the Laurentides, so I got to experience what truly felt like summer to me. I read that some of the old Canadian railways have been transformed into bike paths, and I wondered if I had landed on one of them. It certainly looked that way. After a long and leisurely afternoon of two-wheeled exploration, a dip in the cool, solitary lake refreshed my body and soul. Just me and the grenouilles. Merci pour les souvenirs... À Suivre...