In addition to home beautification projects, I also gave some attention during my time off to the sorry state of the world and my contribution to that sorrow. That’s why I have a new bike. I’ve decided that the whole oil spill thing in the Gulf is at least 50% my fault (and the fault of people like me) — because, really, would they be drilling for oil in the gulf if I was riding my bike to work? Right. It’s more like 75% my fault. The rest was so inevitable, greed and politics being what they are, that it’s actually pretty much 100% my — our — fault.
It seemed wrong to buy a new bike, though, particularly when there are so many bikes out there looking for good homes via the miracle that is craigslist. And I really lucked out — I found this great bike on craigslist and I bought it from a very nice young woman with no real desire to ride it. I stuck a basket on it (after taking votes on the important question of wire vs. wicker on facebook) and now I’m trying to ride it everywhere.
How’s that going? Well, the first time I took it into the city to work (I had to watch four youtube videos of how you load your bike on the bus before I had sufficient courage to do this), it rained. Still, I rode it from the bus terminal to my office, down Market Street in the pretty great bike lane the City of San Francisco has created for people like me. Several guys on bikes stopped and chatted me up at red lights. One handed me his business card and asked me to call him if I ever wanted to meet and have a drink. What that was about I have no idea. People don’t generally chat me up. Maybe it was the cute bike.