Is not called bici flat chorro for no reason.
This is an ongoing pffffttt of flats and a slashing combination between a few days of plenty of rain and new year’s glass+evidence of too much fun EVERYWHERE. Upon my 5th flat tire encounter within a week (including 2 flats during the SF Bike Party), I decided to give walking a chance while I get Frenchie ready to sport brand new tires today. I am more than likely going with the Continental kevlar Polk street-approved tires which I don’t recall the name, but they are about 40$ea. It’s about that time again. Unless you all have extremely nice reviews from those glowing reflective tires which I have also been eyeing for awhile.
Any recommendations to deviate me from the kevlar ones will take some really good reasons, but please do feel free to adivse, I’d like to know if you swear by a specific one/brand.
Like a mural, like life, like a companion, like good friend.
Taking a second to appreciate someone, appreciate a moment out of the daily grind, is good for the soul.
Wall street art pieces stand in a parallel similarity to life, they are there one minute, and they could be gone the next.
This photo of the wall piece by local artist Eddie Colla was taken about a week or so ago. It is no longer there.
A life can never be duplicated or replaced.
My prayers and thoughts are with the victims and their loved ones from the Tucson shootings [link via LAtimes].
Here are 2 more rare-weekend posts for a little Saturday reading treat for the cozy couch potatoes =)
There are some photos and events I didn’t get to publish last year, I will post them in the first couple of weeks of the new year so, some kind of quasi-review of 2010.
– – –
Parking. The Academy of scions has plenty of bikes, though it gets pretty crowded at times.
Someone has previously commented on the limited use of bike parking for staff.
Does anyone have any updates or information upon that?
There are some photos and events I didn’t get to publish last year, I will post them in the first couple of weeks of the new year so in chronological rewind. Some type of quasi-review of 2010.
The Bazaar Bizarre was held in Ft. Mason, in the “grueling far and hilly” and burritoless north side of town, which also happens to have amazing Golden Gate, Marin and many views of the beautiful Bay. While riding to the event in the super crowded parking, I ran into Dave and his Schwinn krate-mayhem crew.
There were a number of interesting things and vendors that had grat stuff, but I only made it for about 10 minutes. Ran into a couple of friends, bough a one-sie(is that what they are called?) for my buddy’s new baby boy and left. When I can’t chat to the vendor on voice level, or hear my thoughts while getting smacked by antsy elbows, messenger bags and purses that can’t seem to be able to get through, it is time to leave.
So ditched it all and I went riding.
Riding instead of crowded crowds, anytime.
—‘Til next time Bizarros