Bicycles

Just Your Average Thursday in Dolores Park

I was hanging out all by my lonesome in dolo yesterday afternoon, so I figured I'd amuse myself by taking photos of people with an unfortunate sense of style.  After photographing myself for half an hour, I spotted this bro with an arrow shaved into the side of his head.  I pondered posting this with the subject line “Is this the 'I'm with stupid' haircut?,” figuring that our beloved commenters would fill me in on how they can write this blog better themselves.  Unbeknownst to me at the time, some circus act was rolling by in the background.

Happy goddamn weekend everyone.

Flower Power

If you spend more than 2 seconds looking at this, you'll realize why this is one of the raddest cycling stencils in the city.  Petals for hands!  A watering can!  A flag I can't read!  Neat!

What The What?!

Cycling fashion fail.

If you've ever had the displeasure of meeting me in real life, you know that fashion isn't my greatest strength.  Just throw on whatever tshirt I won at a bike race/fished out of a dumpster and a pair of jeans I haven't washed in 6-8 weeks and call it good.  With that in mind, I'd still like to let you know that I spit my breakfast beer all over my monitor when I saw this photo album up on Pushbike.  That's right, some Italian designer was “inspired” by cyclists and debuted his latest tragedy of a fashion line on a velodrome in Milan.  Style.com has some more details:

This season, [Thom Browne] took the Tour de France and the Giro d'Italia as inspiration, borrowing competitive cycling items such as zipped racing tops and shorts, adjusting his cuts by extending jacket hems at the back (even adding a peplum effect here and there), and inserting gusseting to ease body movement in his tailoring. He also introduced a Neapolitan ice cream color palette—pink, white, brown—before closing with a classic biker jacket in black leather, a wittily tough little kicker at the end of all that precise, even pretty clothing.

A pair of Thom Browne shorts fit almost as snugly as the spandex kind worn by cyclists anyway, so the theme just gave him a chance to do what he loves most: put on a show. He had his models—dozens of them—parade all the way around the Milan Velodrome before mounting the line of bikes in the center of the field and taking them around the track (to Kraftwerk's “Tour de France” and Queen's “Bicycle Race,” naturally). It was the most fun a fashion crowd could have, and a shrewd commercial move to boot.

(link.  Hat tip Pushbike)

Critical Mass is So Much Better When There is No Script

There is an EPIC DEBATE going on all over the internet about the future of Critical Mass.  Some guy that registered a domain name has claimed the event and wants it to have a little more structure.  His reasons are good: it'll provide more route diversity and it's potentially more democratic (via letting the less vocal and “aggressive” people in the back have a say in the route).  He cites years past in which routes were pre-selected as proof that his perspective is the correct one.  The problem with his perspective is that he claims that he is trying to make Mass more democratic, but by having an “insider-only” website, (read: a website that no one outside the know will read), he doesn't bother to solicit the opinions of people outside the inner circle of bike and Mass advocacy.  Many casually Massers only know to show up the last Friday of every month shortly before 6pm at Justin Herman Plaza.  They aren't going to show up for pre-ride meetings.  Hell, they probably don't even know these meetings exist.

Last night was a prime perspective that we don't need to pre-select routes.  After the typical Tour de SOMA, Mass paraded down Market, through the Wiggle to briefly join a BP protest at Divis and Fell.  The ride made its way through the Richmond, going down Geary until it took Park Presidio.  While the police stopped the ride from getting within sight of the Golden Gate Bridge, the ride took some back roads through the Richmond before finally getting back on Geary to do a tour of city's tunnels.  Despite crossing the city, the group managed to stay together until 8:45.

This is what makes Critical Mass so attractive.  It's a runaway train that no one can stop and no one can derail.  The police tried, failed, and joined the parade with motors.  Now cyclists are trying to take away the chaotic lifeblood of Mass from within.  Hopefully last night curbs their hubris.

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