OK, so I’ve taken advantage of the headline writer’s prerogative to get your attention. To clarify: Jack White did not attend our brunch, but he was totally at the same restaurant. So clearly, if you want to see a celebrity, you have to hang with us.
Christina and Kim
Lauren & me
Whitney and Christina
You can see pictures from our first Bike Brunch on July 10 here. Nashville brunches are always on the second Sunday of the month. Our next one is on September 11—check out the calendar here. Cyclists of all types welcome.
A bicycle trip to the farmer’s market is a perfect way to begin the weekend. Fresh air, exercise, a feeling of community and local food. Saturday morning, Greg and I met up with Arielle (of the newly-formed Bicycle Goddess Brigade) to ride our bikes to Chicago’s Green City Market.
What a happy scene – dozens of bicycles were locked up outside the market and many bicycling families went by with kids in bike seats, trailers and on their own bikes. In general, I think people who ride bikes are the type of people who shop at farmer’s markets. Also, a bike trip to the farmer’s market is a pleasurable weekend activity for people who bike only occasionally.
In the evening, we enjoyed rhubarb compote that Arielle made. We’d never eaten rhubarb before, which surprised her, since apparently it grows on the side of the road in her native Washington. Then we all biked to The Hideout, where Arielle played the fiddle and sang with the Bubbly Creek Bluegrass Band. So much awesomeness in one person!
Total daily mileage = 14.
How is the farmer’s market scene where you live? Do you have access to fresh local food and, if so, do you see a lot of fellow bicyclists there?
Returning to work after a beautiful three-day weekend is never fun. Despite this, I’ve quite enjoyed the last two days of bike commuting. Aside from the usual driver tomfoolery, my trips have been easy and breezy.
Knowing of the forecast for thunderstorms this morning, I decided to ride anyway. Luckily, I made it to work five minutes before the sky opened up. Either way, I had a rain coat and would not have melted. Some people genuinely seem to think getting wet is a state of emergency. I did consider taking the L train – for about two seconds. The thought of starting my day without my bike ride, passively sitting, is miserable.
I crave the fresh air rush, the blood pumping rush. This is not the same as the adrenaline rush: nothing that extreme, simply a gentle reminder that I’m alive. My bike commute craving is physical, even stronger than my caffeine addiction. Certainly among the healthiest of addictions, though. No need for the Surgeon General’s warning.
Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a shiny new bicycle named Raleigh Gran Sport.
The Beginning… 1973
The ravages of time, evil stepmothers, poisonous apples, etc. caused Gran Sport to become a bit shabby.
Until one day a prince came along to whisk him off ebay (this is a modern fairy tale). No mice or crustaceans helped with this transformation: it was all the prince, other than the wheel building.
Now Gran Sport is way cooler than ever before, complete with internal hub gearing, roller brakes, generator lights, mustache bars, Schwalbe tires, and the ultimate classy-bike-combo of Honjo fenders, Nitto rack and Brooks saddle. And they lived happily ever after.
More pictures and a complete list of parts used after the jump. The bar tape has been shellacked and the cables more nicely secured since these pictures were taken.
In celebration of the mild weather, Sir Raleigh and Betty Foy went for a date ride today – chaperoned by me and Mr. Dottie, of course. I think they are a perfect match. (Tip: you can now see a bigger version of each picture by clicking on it.)
Fall weather in Chicago this year has been up and down, with brief periods of sun amid days of cold rain. Today we seized upon one of the warm and dry periods to enjoy a ride up the lakefront. A lot of Chicagoans had the same idea, so we detoured off the crowded main trail to amble through secondary dirt paths.