Here are a few music videos from the 60s in France showing stylish people riding bikes.
Alex Marco, The Bike. Via BikeSnobNYC. It looks like those cool Peugeot checkerboard jerseys were only made from 1963 to the 80s. Too bad.
Shelia, l’ecole est finie (school is out)
Bonus: This doesn’t involve bikes, but it’s a strange, strange song:
Image via Bike Portland
According to Bike Portland, a local cargo bike builder Tom LaBonty has built this to carry his kid to school (and many other cool rigs, check them out at that link).
For non-Oregonians, the New Carissa is a famous ship here that crashed on the Oregon coast in 1999, spilled a bunch of oil, and stuck in the sand as a nuisance/tourist attraction. When I first moved here in 2001 and introduced myself, people without fail made some joke about me crashing into Oregon. When they finally started dismantling the remaining piece of the ship in 2008, I got a whole new round of jokes and a front page newspaper headline: New Carissa, Manageable or Madness? That one is still on my fridge.
As I commented on that photo, it’s good to see another (cleaner) form of transport representin’ my name.
Made by a friend of my coworker. Pretty funny stuff. If you want to see some obnoxious fixie videos, you tube it or look at Prolly. Oh here, I’ll do it for you, Bootleg Sessions.
Pretty adorable video, right? The Bicycle Film Festival has come a long, long way in just a few years. I remember getting their press releases like, 2 years ago when it seemed to be just the press contact Jill and the founder Brendt pushing the idea out there and waiting to see what would happen. They were coming from New York, looking for contacts in the Portland bike scene and venues for the films. Now the festival is international, with bands like Blonde Redhead performing and press from the likes of Paper, MTV, Vogue, and Vanity Fair. Well done, guys!
I’d be a B, if I could pick a letter to bike in. It’s happening in Portland July 31-August 1.
Via Bakfiets En Meer
Phew, I just had my first Zipcar adventure taking a Prius out to Liz’s to pick up a BBQ, and it was nearly a fail. I booked the cheapest car for $7, located 11 blocks away, instead of a closer one for $9.50. Though I assumed 1.5 hours would be good to make dinner and dash with the goods, it barely was. The car is parked at 34th and Hawthorne. At 2 minutes to 11pm according to the car clock, and 5 till according to my phone, I was at 39th and Hawthorne. Risk the $50 late fee and make a dash for it, stranding myself with the grill, or call and extend my reservation by a half hour ($3.50)?
I called the Zipcar number to extend it. BUT here’s the zinger: When you call the recording tells you their time, the Official Zipcar World Time, and their clock gave me 6 minutes (that’s your pro tip, call and get their official time). With that extra golden minute, I simply had to be up for the challenge of getting the car back by 11pm. Besides, there was absolutely no one around, and driving a Prius is not unlike a go kart. So I zipped (ha ha) down Hawthorne, made an illegal left on a red, and got myself and the grill out with 2 minutes to spare.
Except now I was 11 blocks from home, with a bike and a grill. Conundrum.
This grill is medium-small, but has long legs with wheels on one side, so I figured I could just roll it. The BBQ didn’t agree though, first the top fell open, then the legs kept collapsing…and I decided, heck, can I strap this thing to my bike rack? I made it home earlier with a yoga mat, meditation pillow, and large bag of cat food all strapped in with one bungie, looking like I was going touring (Destination: bourgieville).
Bungie cords are amazing. The grill sat on the rack, with legs hanging down just a few inches above the ground. And then came my moment to bask in the fellow bikers’ reactions. I was wearing a fluttery summer dress, and besides that the bonga-bonga of the empty grill turned heads. Three different people hollered, “girl, is that a grill!?” and I shouted, Yep!, and You know it! As I pedalled away each of them hooted in support and one suggested I follow him to a party. I love Portland in the summer.
Guess what time it is? Time for the June dress from my friends over at Dress of the Month Club! It’s the Jenny Dress. I’ve got two dresses on order over there, wahoo.
Plus, their newsletter (monthly, naturally) is looking swanky.
More biking in dresses is on the way in my world!
This was on BoingBoing, and nobody seems to know the original source or reason. One person pointed out that they’re only stopping men, perhaps because they’re male officers and can’t hug women without issues.
Based on Copenhagen Cycle Chic, the blog of good looking people on bikes, nobody wears a helmet. Ever.
Inspired by Thao with the Get Down Stay Down
This is just begging to be set to hipster music. Can mini-bike stage fighting be the new mini-bike dance team?
Thanks, Tim.
I used to work with a bunch of people from the burbs who would make fun of me for biking to work and walking in with a rolled up pant leg. They kept making The 40 Year Old Virgin jokes, a movie which pissed me off for associating riding a bike with being immature.
But lo, it looks like someone else shares the fear of being mistaken for Steve Carell, and they’ve come up with a product with a phallic name to boot. It’s the Extra Leg. One size fits all and it’s just 12 pounds (British mula, not weight). But wait! It comes in denim, white, annnnnd black. Well, in that case.
Such a fail. Via BikeSnob.
