On my way to work Friday morning, I met another woman with an Azor Oma just like mine. I was coming into the loop and stopped at a red light when she meandered past me, looking oh so stylish in a long black coat with a fluff-lined hood covering her helmet. I was shy about speaking up because I thought maybe she was a rich European who wanted to avoid me and my ugly blue fleece pull-over, but at the next light I said, nice bike. Turns out she was a super friendly midwestern and we ended up riding side-by-side and talking for several blocks. She bought her oma from the Dutch Bike guys, too, but from their Seattle shop before they opened in Chicago. A huge wicker basket sat on her front rack from Basil, she informed me.
Love it! I’m thinking of getting a wire one that snow and rain could not fill up, but maybe I should get the classic wicker? So pretty.
Eventually we went our seperate ways. My morning was much brightened by the thought of how nice the streets would be if we got a bunch more women to join us in the bike lanes.