street art from india

bike just happened to be there.   From Unurth.

ghost riding with babochkov

sometimes i get down on myself for missing rides, but really i ride just about everyday and everywhere. often i ride with G and A. last night A hit a pothole and crashed. this is a too short, but sweet video of G ghost riding with A's bike after A took off in an ambulance. We were riding with a sound system, hence the music. (can you name the tune?) below behold A.

photo by babochkov

bow-gun

one day cruising down townsend my bike radar spotted this poor darling. i had a few minutes to spare on my way to a work appointment so i rolled back for another look. wonder how this happened, y-ouch.

Super Grandpa Rig

Here is a post I guest wrote for CYLRAB. Figured since it is so great, and it is my work I will post it here too, for all my loyal readers and commenters. The first time I saw this man I was in awe. The second time, I recognized him as I made out his form up the block and whipped out my camera. Ah-ma-zing.



Once a life has been changed by cycling, the notion of not riding becomes a threat to all that is good and true. As demonstrated here by Super Grandpa, of San Francisco, no expense will be spared to accommodate the aging cyclist in her/his quest to be mobile. Do you know someone who exudes this sentiment and clearly will always ride? Do you know this man, whose image was captured on Dolores Street? I'd love to learn more about him and how he fashioned his bike support system, as I figure I will be doing the same in a few decades.