have a sucka free friday

Wanna come over and borrow my chain whip?

Just in time for your Friday Night! Use and abuse these 25 pick up lines for cyclists.

Any of you creative readers care to add your own winning phrase that pays?

It's Friday!

Time to put a smile on your face and get funkay!

What music do you listen to when riding a bike? If you're at a loss, then maybe you should check out this awesome downloadable Funky French Vélo Mix from Filles Sourires.

CHOUETTE!

Thanks to my pal Michael for sending along the link.

It's Friday. C'est la fête!

sparkly shoes [there's no place like...]

Coming back to you with some regular programming today!

Shoes sparkle and shine in the Mission.


What else should a gal wear on her feet on a Friday night?


Sparkly shoes add magic to your wardrobe.
A bike adds magic to your life.

¡Viva España + SF + Africa!

My Spain outfit was much more Friday night than my France outfit.


See what I'm talkin about?


I met Ms. Wheelright at a gallery party at Secession SF - fashion + dj's + urban art = cool. I love my city!


This shorty was the coolest chick there.


Ms. Wheelright and I hightailed it over to Coffee Bar to make our reservations for dinner at the nomadic restaurant Radio Africa & Kitchen [yum].


Ramona says, "This is how we do it!" to all y'all who have NOT submitted your bike to bar pics yet! ;-)


My pal dj Goyo was spinning some rare Afro beats and was dressed to the nines on the first day of World Cup.

Summer 2010 is off to a great start!

And for your viewing pleasure:

weekend double whammy

It was Halloween Critical Mass. And Mikael was in town. I took too many photos. I'm totally buried underneath Photoshop.

In the meantime, here's a woman in a pink tutu with shiny boots. (I'll give you one guess what event she was partaking in - hint: not the Ballet.)

another orange cargo bike

The answer is yes. Cargo bikes in SF are orange. [More proof.] This bike seems to be permanently planted at 18th & Mission. I've never seen anyone riding it, so here's a friend of mine striking a pose with this lovely orange hauler!

she makes it look so easy

When I tell out of towners that I bike all over town, this is the image that usually comes to mind. I'm sure you've all heard it before ("You bike SF? What about all the HILLS?")

Piece of cake! ;-)

on taxi rides and snogging

Friday nights in the Mission: a great time and place to have a few drinks, feel good and hook up (if you're lucky), which is exactly what I think I observed happening in this situation. This woman was with a guy who didn't have his bike (shame on him!) and they were trying to go home together so they quickly hailed a cab and she proceeded to fold her bike into a little compartment to stick in the trunk.

I hope they had some good snogging in the back of the cab, although catching a kiss at every stop sign on the way home, in my humble opinion, is far more romantic.

So is riding double (though I might not attempt that on a folding bike). ;-)

ankle allure

I just found out about these ankle purses by Chanel. The perfect accessory for Friday night cruising on the town! Nice alternative to velcro straps and rubber bands if you want to protect the pantlegs. Great for disco-dancing too!

In fact, they'd go really nice with one of those $12,000 Chanel bikes.


While we're on the subject of ankles, I saw these fabulous ankle cuffs at a fashion show/martini party at 440 Brannan last week.


They not only look great with high heels, but I imagine they'd be a great alternative to rubberbands and velcro straps when you need to protect your long pants.

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!