This is what love looks like.
Climbing McLaren Peak (500 feet in 1.5 miles) to get the point on the heart just right -- that's commitment, folks.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, November 28, 2011
Thanksgiving
Last week, we all went through the exercise of remembering what we're thankful for.
That's nice, especially because we take so much for granted. But here's a question to be asking yourself, as the holidays, and the end of another year of your life are rolling into view on the horizon: Who's thankful for you?
If you don't know, then you might want to think about making some progress on that. Soonish.
Just a suggestion.
That's nice, especially because we take so much for granted. But here's a question to be asking yourself, as the holidays, and the end of another year of your life are rolling into view on the horizon: Who's thankful for you?
If you don't know, then you might want to think about making some progress on that. Soonish.
Just a suggestion.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Today's Sightings
Q: What's worse than a Hummer?
A: A Hummer parked blocking the bike lane.
Q: What's worse than that?
A: A Hummer STRETCH LIMO blocking the bike lane?
Q: And what's worse than THAT?
A: A HOT PINK Hummer stretch limo blocking the bike lane!
But seriously: at some point it just crosses over into COMEDY.
A: A Hummer parked blocking the bike lane.
Q: What's worse than that?
A: A Hummer STRETCH LIMO blocking the bike lane?
Q: And what's worse than THAT?
A: A HOT PINK Hummer stretch limo blocking the bike lane!
But seriously: at some point it just crosses over into COMEDY.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Bikes of SF
Guide to the Traffic Signals on the Great Highway
RED: There are no pedestrians within miles of this intersection.
GREEN: At any moment now, somebody with a couple of dogs on a leash will pop their head out, jitter for a moment like a frightened squirrel, and dash across the street right in front of you.
NO SIGNAL (between intersections): Surfer crossing.
Hope this helps.
GREEN: At any moment now, somebody with a couple of dogs on a leash will pop their head out, jitter for a moment like a frightened squirrel, and dash across the street right in front of you.
NO SIGNAL (between intersections): Surfer crossing.
Hope this helps.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Type A-hole
Here's the scene:
I'm riding home on Howard Tuesday night, stopped at the light at Ninth. An elderly lady, walking with one of those canes with a cage at the bottom ending in four rubber feet, starts on the crosswalk late, and she ain't quick. It's clear to everybody there that she isn't going to make it before the light changes. Sure enough, she's still a good ten feet from the the curb when it does. So the car in the right lane waits for her, and I wait too.
She barely makes it past me when some biker behind me just can't stand waiting any longer. He swerves around me as I'm standing there, and swerves back within inches of the old lady. Keep in mind the light's been green for less than ten seconds at this point.
I keep on riding. Since he's a slow and sloppy pedaler, I catch up with him pretty quickly. He's on a new-looking Novara, wearing a grey two-piece suit and tie, and dress shoes. Using hair gel in lieu of a helmet. He's also weaving a bit, but the bike lane's a mile wide on Howard, so I pass him.
As I go by, against my better judgement, I snark at him, "Do you deck grannies every day, or just on Tuesdays?"
He can't hear me. He's got his iPhone earbuds in.
And still angry at the world that they repoed his Lexus.
I'm riding home on Howard Tuesday night, stopped at the light at Ninth. An elderly lady, walking with one of those canes with a cage at the bottom ending in four rubber feet, starts on the crosswalk late, and she ain't quick. It's clear to everybody there that she isn't going to make it before the light changes. Sure enough, she's still a good ten feet from the the curb when it does. So the car in the right lane waits for her, and I wait too.
She barely makes it past me when some biker behind me just can't stand waiting any longer. He swerves around me as I'm standing there, and swerves back within inches of the old lady. Keep in mind the light's been green for less than ten seconds at this point.
I keep on riding. Since he's a slow and sloppy pedaler, I catch up with him pretty quickly. He's on a new-looking Novara, wearing a grey two-piece suit and tie, and dress shoes. Using hair gel in lieu of a helmet. He's also weaving a bit, but the bike lane's a mile wide on Howard, so I pass him.As I go by, against my better judgement, I snark at him, "Do you deck grannies every day, or just on Tuesdays?"
He can't hear me. He's got his iPhone earbuds in.
And still angry at the world that they repoed his Lexus.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Classy
Waiting by the light on Page & Octavia, watching the stream of 101-bound traffic crawl by. Some rocket scientist in a BMW SUV (WTF) with the windows rolled down thought it'd be hilarious if he SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS suddenly while driving by us.
My head might've twitched. The biker in front of me just silently raised a middle finger in salute. If anybody thought it was funny, they were all in the SUV.
In other news, that bright thing in the sky? I think it's the sun. You know, as foretold in the prophecy. Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
"Bro, watch me make all them bikers jump."
"Go for it."
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!"
"Sweet."
My head might've twitched. The biker in front of me just silently raised a middle finger in salute. If anybody thought it was funny, they were all in the SUV.
In other news, that bright thing in the sky? I think it's the sun. You know, as foretold in the prophecy. Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been here.
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