Anthology magazine is a new quarterly beautiful independent publication, ran by two fantastic local women, locally based in the Bay Area.
I was honored and humbly flattered when I was contacted to interview for an article. At the time, I had no idea what array and variety of subjects visual design would be involved, which turned out to be fantastic. So I had the interview, more like bike chat conversations, with each of the ladies. This took place back in May (old saddle still lived and spoke card is from fresh from Bike to Work Day), the magazine was launched this past October.
So, to close this long week and almost this year, here I am. The article is titled “Nice Ride” with Frenchie in the spotlight♥!!
The photograph was taken on an early morning at Coffee bar on Mariposa, one of my many favorite spots around San Francisco. The photo session was lots of fun and I even got to meet a few handsome local firemen.
It was quite a thrill to flip through tha pages and see the photos. The design and photography, as well as the typography is well thoughtout. They also feature a local business spots, yummy eats and in the mix a coffee man and some pizza recipes along with it. So Bay Area!!…
There is also a informational nicely written by Velouria of Lovely Bike! which goes into detail why it is important and crucial that you find a bicycle that fits you well and learn to identify what works for you and your needs. Basic!
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Launch party reception event | West Elm, Emeryville
Here are some photos of la Calitexican and I at the reception party more than a few weeks ago, causing crafty troubles in the East Bay. The event took place at the West Elm in Emeryville (Next to Berkeley, for those of you outside the area). The photobooth was super fun!
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The excitement to be featured in a non-biking magazine (as I have also previously expressed in BUST‘s article post from last year) is to be able to be part of the exposure and once again show that you don’t need to be in great shape, wear specific clothing or items and in particularly, show that San Francisco is completely bikeable and no hills, nor myths, nor train tracks should stop someone from at least trying it out. If that could reach and potentially inspire or motivate anyone of you out there, or if it already has by looking around you and grab a bike to use it as a tool to get around town — then that is just pure joy.
You will conquer any bike route and see your confidence blossom to a different level while at it.
After almost a decade of bicycling in this foggy-steep-hills-fine and fantastic city, there is tremendous room for structure improvement, but the large increase of bike ridership in the recent years has shown that it is possible to ride the hell out of this city. Women, more women, more women!! let’s be represented.
Anthology editorial ladies, many gracias
+thanks for reading my blog and adventures
Now get off you computer and go ride, and get a paper cut from an actual paper magazine!! =)
I’d like to share this super nice story this morning, because we all see each other every morning on our bikes, on our way to work, sharing the same streets in our various choices and ways of transportations, heading to mulitple places for different reasons.
My bike buddy and longtime blog reader Butter Bill, has this bright story to share with us all:
Place: Embarcadero bike/pedestrian pathway near the bow and arrow at Embarcadero and Folsom Street
I was riding to work this morning and a young gal (I would say in high school, as she had a blue hoodie that said some local school’s soccer team) had her BMX bike upside down along with a bloodied right elbow was frantically trying to get her chain back on the chainring.
I stopped and asked if she needed help and she was on the cell phone with her older sister trying to walk her thru the steps.
I proceeded to get off my bike and fiddled with the chain for a bit and got it back on AND I gave her a band-aid for her cut elbow.
She said I made her day and asked if she could give me a hug and I said, “Sure.” And then I rode off into the sunrise and am now here at work.
Thanks Bill for always sharing your infamous butterlap maps +your triathlon adventures!
Because I rather be riding all day.
Going to places. Spending some solo time. Spending some time with friends.
Got to work to get to play. +Play lots.
How is your week starting out?! Mine has started with the Bay Area delicious summer 7AM recipe:
The usual-suspect pair of red leggings, 3 shots of espresso, temperature 50° foggy morning with a dash of mist, 3 chain squeeks per minute, a handful of small hills, a little bit of lipstick and 6 pounds of positive thinking.
Blend it at low speed, add some bike grease and let sit for a few minutes. Set to proper PSI and go!
Must be Monday morning.
and I can’t wait for the beloved afternoons of play.
My most sincere thanks to all of you for reading, and for all your recent comments and emails. This blog will soon turn 2yrs, and it is your comments, connections, friendships, emails and interactions both locally and around the world, that has kept me typing away and taking snaps for this little blog.
Bikes. Boys and lots of coffee
Film + movies.
taken while riding, by longtime blogreader/butterlap butter cup and good pal of mine David
If you are a 1960’s film fan, you have perhaps seen this Godard film. If you are a mixte, frenchie lover like I am, the first thing you notice 5 minutes in the film Bande à Part, is Anna Karina’s beautiful bicycle.
The one thing that I am quite pleased, is the curvy top tube of that distinguished Motobeacane mixte characteristic, that she happens to be riding, a direct family member bicyclette of my Frenchie. The 60’s call me. And a generation of my steel beauty’s family of assembly, was once ridden by France’s hottest New Wave actress in that decade.
Ultimately, this movie is a close visual parallel between me and my two housemates. Of course there is the scene where they all need to take off somewhere, and the 2 guys just throw her bike in the car’s trunk. Except that, last time that happened was in 2005…. ja jaa
Ratta, ICE, moi.
This for David.
“Jusqu’au bout du hasard”
After I got a quick 3ple americano at Peet’s last week, I threw my sturdy mug in my basket and off I went. I saw the posse of the local firemen that also happen to have a similar affinity with coffee around that time. It is just a tad after 7am.
I take different routes because I don’t like to have the same routine, but that happens all the time. I could be on divis, on hayes, on polk or on mason at any given morning just to add 3 miles before 8am. And just to go get coffee, even if I head right back home. Why not.
This particular morning earlier this week was just very nice. The weather was particularly high for a summer morning (mid60°s) and I got an almost choir-like ‘good morning’ from the construction crew on Polk near Jackson. As I was drifting off to space and looking at the clear skies waiting at the red light on California and Polk, I noticed this small old lady, walking towards me. I thought for a second she might have a cane and swing it at me for being a few centimeters into the pedestrian path. It has happened before.
Instead, I noticed her perfect red lipstick and with her biggest grin, she says to me:
“Good morning young lady”
“Why good morning good looking,” I replied.
I now have the sweetest happy feeling with a smile. She must be in her late 80s. Crossing California street and trying not to fall face first on the train tracks at the same time, seems like a huge challenge with only a few sips of coffee in my system. The surface is distinctively wet today.
Am I the only one under 30 without a smart phone?
I have an affinity with morning rituals. Reading the paper is one of them.
Enjoy reading them mostly from existing/sharing ones in local cafes.
Something I use to do with my dad in high school while listening to the radio.
The newsprint ink on my fingertips triggers that memory.
I am almost at Market and 8th, when a very old guy on one of those bicycles that look like the lovechild between a camping tent and a 1963 Swiss Army knife, with two wheels. He is wearing what has got to be the oldest reflective yellow vest, a couple of old milk crates as panniers and a ton of little junk and stickers around his handlebars, and all over his frame.
“Well, those twist knots, have not seen those around much – I had those in my bike back in the 60’s”
He said pointing at the Frenchie’s quick release front knobs. I chat with him for a second while he is drinking a little orange juice pack he had just gotten out of one of his many pockets in his vest.
“Good day” and he continues southbound on 8th street.
A full dose of good energy from two particular senior citizens on the streets of San Francisco.
It is now 8:10AM and I head downstairs
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