Last weekend Amanda and I moved to new digs in Eastlake. The new place is a huge move up from the last two slums we’ve lived in, a one bedroom with brand new hardwood floors in a cool 1926 brick building. The biggest difference between this place and the last two places is that this one is maintained … wtf?? really? I have to maintain an apartment building? yes guys, you do.
But that’s not why i fired up the blog-a-log.
Today I rode to work in bright sunshine. It was marvelous. Soon it will be full blown bicycle season, with bike camping, bike picnics and all manner of hippy celebrations on two wheels.
Today on the good old .83 forums there was a typically nasty exchange about bike messengers, coming from a legitimately nice guy that regularly commutes some distance on a bike. The theme of the rant and some other interactions was basically that messengers are “Dishwashers on wheels”.
Why do all the various segments of the bike culture hate eachother so much? I guess bikes attract people seeking a counterculture experience. When they see others experiencing counterculture in a slightly different way, it invalidates they’re own experience slightly. Eh, just a hunch.
I’m no saint myself, i love to make fun of dudes with ridiculous fashion bikes. I’m sure they like making fun of dorks like me, riding crusty old man bikes at the age of 24.
I had something else to write about, we’ll see if i get ‘er done tonight. I’ve got $5 against me.
