I’ve never raced a sheep on my bicycle — but I imagine it would go something like this.
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Like many places, Germany has laws regarding the safety equipment that must be present on a bicycle. Unlike most places, they actually enforce those laws. Even to the point of absurdity: such as ticketing a one-armed man for having a bicycle with only one brake lever.
Germans are just so good at following rules, aren’t they?
An interesting article over at The Atlantic about the world of hand-built, custom bicycles, including some gorgeous photos from an annual convention and trade show in Charlotte. I think I’m actually drooling at my desk.
“This year’s Bad Weather Bicycle Ride has been cancelled due to weather.”
That sounds about right.
The Flurrious! Festival is in Delaware Park this weekend; they’ve got face painting, beer tent, snowman building contests, and a bunch of interesting sports going on. Perhaps best of all, there’s a snow bike race at 1:00pm on Saturday.
The race is laps on the unplowed cinder running track inside the ring road.
I did it the first year of the festival, and it was a blast. Anyone else interested? I might swap the mountain tires onto my bike and ride over for it.
An Italian company has released a $2000 self-contained cabinet unit designed for use as a bike wash.
And here I am, riding through the Delta Sonic like a sucker.
The Wall Street Journal ran an article in their weekend edition calling cargo bikes the new station wagon. They’re longer, sturdier bikes, designed to carry groceries and passengers with a significantly greater capacity than the typical commuter’s rack and panniers setup.
Naturally, being the Journal, all of the models that they profiled cost thousands of dollars. It was lovely to daydream about, but it looks like Dean will be riding to school in the garage sale acquired trailer after all.
Today in The Atlantic: an interesting transcript of some LA radio DJs complaining about bicycles. The comment section is a fun-filled flame fest as well.
I guess I don’t wear enough Lycra to be a real cyclist. Maybe that’s why I stop at stop signs.