Showing posts with label Raleigh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raleigh. Show all posts

7.25.2010

Oddball Films

IMAG0433


This beauty and her bike were among the guests at a series of classic bike film shorts at Oddball on Capp Street.
IMAG0484
Oddball is an amazing labryinth of film reels with a little upstairs theater. That night, we saw vintage bike safety films, as well as soome, classic car propaganda by GM. Get off those silly bikes, y'all.

IMAG0437

8.21.2009

[Jessica Ingersoll-Cope] Guest Photo: Colorado Cruisers!

Check out these two Colorado cruiser girls riding home from the Fort Collins downtown farmer's market, Alison with a peacock feather tee and green flair skirt and Lauren with a pink animal helmet, pink shorts and pink flip flops!

This light blue and white Raleigh cruiser and kid bike attachment comes complete with a wicker basket to hold delicious summer produce and rainbow handlebar streamers to celebrate all-out cycling fun.

[Face-painting is the new black.]

Photos and commentary by Jessica Ingersoll-Cope.

4.18.2009

ghost of SF past?

Say hi to Edward.

I was sitting on the sidewalk in Noe Valley, guarding my friend Erin's furniture as she moved from one flat to another, when Edward rode up on his gorgeous old Raleigh. He grew up in the Upper Haight, and lived there during the neighborhood's hey-day of the 60's and 70's, when people left their doors open, and bikes unlocked on the front porch.

Ah, the good ol' days! Where have they gone?

8.01.2008

missed connection

You were the handsome salt-and-pepper haired man in a tartan jacket, grey wool cap and folded up Levi's riding a black Raleigh 10-speed with double panniers, black fenders with pink polka dot stickers on them. I was following you all the way from North Beach on Montgomery all the way up Market Street about 10 pm on Friday night, until you turned left on Valencia, which was when you swung your head around and smiled at me. I told you I had been following you, and you said, "I know." But I didn't even get your name (damn!).
I shoulda yelled my phone number at you! Sometimes, regretfully, we all revert to nervous teenagers.

O Vélo Vogue, (at this point) you're my only hope!