Here I am.
Butterlap+outfit from last week.
My feet were a little tired +wanted socks, so I swapped the silverlings for my rat-coloured booties. Threw my beloved disintegrating denim jacket on and off I go to butterlap.
The afternoons have began to get shorter doses of light, the sun is starting to go to sleep earlier. A sign of the Fall season and we are still waiting for our Indian summer…
Mid 50°s is great riding weather however, I love it.
The other weekend I rode up the Arguello Hill in the Presidio, San Francisco is even hillier and the hills are steeper on the weekends. True fact….
Shortly after conquering those Northside meanies, the Sunset district 20th Avenue is an annoying little continuation with its uphill grade, for more than a few blocks. Does it ever stop?! No. and because I don’t stay in only one neighborhood ever, hills are my friends +enemies, and BFFs when they are a sweet downhill. I own them. kthx.
So, I took it like a hill pirate – aaaaaaaarrrr
This is somewhere around the heading south on 20th ave.
All hills, distance, wind, fog, hangovers, weather cases – just seem to disappear once you are rolling with your friends. This is way later in the afternoon post concert in Stern Grove, back to flatlands, leaving Golden Gate park and approaching Stanyan.
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.
Not my typical load at all. When needed, I bust out my big orange bag, purchased in 2004 on Folsom street from Chrome bags, and nicely adjusted at the main strap the same year (more info on that later) to deal with any baggage. This bag has now a long thread of history with me, but I just don’t carry as much these days. Still like the bright orange and when half-full, I’m able to fold it and tuck it in the basket. Looks nicer in the basket than it does on my back.
I almost forget I have it, but recently I have been happy is there, for when I need to use it. Ding-ding.