Check out this amazing video of a Montreal man who tries to do everything you might do in the course of a normal day on his bike. Showering! eating eggs! nothing is too crazy. I am in awe. Happy Friday! [Via]
THE MAN WHO LIVED ON HIS BIKE from Guillaume Blanchet on Vimeo.
As the mild weather continues, I’ve been dressing for spring and removing my light jacket during rides. This weather really feels like April.
The warm weather also makes it a good time to ride with friends and take the long way home, instead of the usual winter feeling of “Get me home as soon as possible, Ms. Bike!”
After work on Tuesday, I met up with my friend Sara downtown and we meandered home up the Lakefront Trail, riding side-by-side and chatting.
But not before fueling up on cupcakes at Sprinkles.
Yummy! So even though it literally started to sprinkle a tiny bit on our way home, I was feeling good and grateful that the sprinkles were not snow flurries.
Happy February!
D’oh! That’s what I said to myself as I went to lock my bike at work yesterday morning and realized that I forgot my u-lock at home in the garage. I scratched my head for a moment and then rolled Betty through the back door, up the elevator, and into my office, where she kept me company for the day. If I were not able to bring Betty into my office, I don’t know what I would have done. It was too early to buy another lock from a bike [. . . there's more!]
After mentioning that I have not put my studded tires on Oma yet, I missed them this weekend. Some mild precipitation on Friday night caused patches of black ice to form all around the city. I had to walk Oma over black ice several times while getting around on Saturday – biking to Logan Square to try on vintage outfits from Holly’s Lucite Box for the upcoming Bike Winter Fashion Show (found a gorgeous blue velvet dress), back to Lakeview for Heritage Bicycles’ grand opening party (crowded!), and to Wicker [. . . there's more!]
I love these prints I came across this morning. His and Hers. Made by Chase and Wonder in England.
I consider winter to be more than half-way over around this time, late January/early February. February is usually brutal, but at least I know spring is around the corner. This year, November, December, and now January have passed with only a few super freezing days and two noteworthy snowfalls that melted quickly. I haven’t even put studded tires on Oma yet. By enjoying this extremely mild winter, I feel like I’ve gotten away with something major, like a jewelry heist. I almost don’t want to write this down for fear [. . . there's more!]
Continuing with our “Favorite of 2011″ series (read about our favorite albums here), I present our lists of favorite books of 2011. We are both voracious readers and enjoyed our fair share of new books in 2011, especially Trisha, who is a book reviewer—as in reading and reviewing books is part of her full time job—so we put a lot of thought into our picks. :) Trisha’s Top 10 Catherine the Great by Robert K. Massie This Burns My Heart by Samuel Park The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides Bossypants [. . . there's more!]
If someone asked me last year what kind of business I would most like to see open in my neighborhood, I might have said {deep breath} a combination bike shop and coffee shop that sells steel frame mixtes made in Chicago, cupcakes, and fancy coffee, with a friendly atmosphere and a communal table where I could gather my bicycling friends. I mean, that’s awfully specific, but I could have said it. Either someone read my mind or I am not the only lover of bikes, coffee, community, and local goods, [. . . there's more!]
If we don’t show that we appreciate 55 degrees in January, they might take it away!
Six inches of snow fell on Chicago yesterday afternoon and evening. As I mentioned in my previous post, I had no intention of cycling in that mess. My plan was to take the L train, but a co-worker mentioned that she and a friend carpool along a route that passes by my L stop. She offered to pick me up anytime and I gladly accepted the offer. The car is already on the road anyway. In the morning, I walked a block to the L station and a couple of [. . . there's more!]
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