Bikes, beautiful sunrises and brown beans that spell coffee. Coffee that wakes me up, liquid that makes me function, a ritual that has complete control over me and I willingly become part of it, every day – every rising morning.
I think, more often I don’t, I ride, I sweat, I smile and then I feel alive. I’m a nightowl as well, but there is something so beautiful about early mornings that serenates me and has a tranquil effect on my energy.
Until I ride over puke near civic center.
What, do you think it all smells as good as coffee all the time!? =)
Workers hosing and washing down dive bar mats in the AMs, are like little angels. They say good morning almost all the time, some of them wave “que pasó baby” and for instances as such, I used a little water to rinse the evidence of someone’s much fun the night before.
Riding in the City is full of smells punching your nose left and right. And it never stops.
One word (year-round): fenders
The Bicycle Film Festival opening party was last nite.
Bikes Rock! party ALL AGES (about time!!) party is tonite starting at 7PM.
And the films begin on Friday-Sunday. FUN!
The program looks pretty cool and my favorite part every year (I have been to more than a few my all-time fave event was seeing Blonde Redhead!) are the international films, they all have a sense of universal unity and passion. That – is the beauty of it.
A funny little story: When I went to see one of the films around the time MASH opened maybe in 2005(?), some drunk whimpy wanna-be punk asked me if I was lost, and that prom was that way (signaling to the exit). He did receive a dose of the meligrosa-razor treatment.
There were certainly not many dresses or high-heels and maybe now he has probably traded his outdated fixie for a cute basket ride. ha haaa oh well who cares =)
SOOO — Which films do you plan to see!?
See its large size here: link