Monday, July 30, 2007

Sunday, July 29, 2007


My bike's name is Valencia. She is blue with a yellow front tire. She has some rust on the her head set and when her back rim was replaced, the person who replaced it did not noticed that the cassette had the wrong gear ratio. Oh and her front derailleur only works if you know how to caress it into place. In fact, one of the main reasons my friend sold her to me was because he could not get the derailleur to work at all. At first I couldn't get it to work either, but now I've learned to caress it into place every time.


I decided to buy a bike because my car kept getting tickets and I hated driving in the city anyways. The friend I bought her from said that he hadn't biked anywhere for about 2 years and she was mine for 160 bucks. I never imaged the love affair I was riding into the first time I sat down on Valencia’s saddle.


See Valencia makes me a little insane. When I ride too fast through traffic, cut through gaps in the gridlocked cars, or fly down San Francisco's rolling hills, I’ve never felt so alive--even though my death could be one wrong turn away.


But more than the rush I get from riding Valencia, she’s given me a whole new point of view. When I'm riding her, I'm on the outside I can see and I’m part of the whole world. It’s calming to feel the wind in my hair and see the ground quickly moving under me. Sometimes I even long for the burn in my legs when climbing up steep hills. I feel a connection with the earthy beauty and simplicity of Valencia’s machinery.


Even though Valencia is fast, she has helped me see the slow life. Notice how there are no bike lanes in fast food restaurants. Because in the slow life we bike to the open air produce stands where a grandma smiles and talks to us in Spanish. We smile back and nod like we understand. In the slow life we ride through the park to smell the pungent eucalyptus trees. In the slow life we’ve escaped out our little boxes and we’re never going back because your dead once you reach your destination, it's the journey that counts.


Bike Ride Under Blue Skys and Wires






Seeing Red






Saturday, July 28, 2007

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Boys and Their Bikes


These Guys Look so Peacful

I think I'm going to take a few weeks off work and hang out with guys for a while.

Street Rats

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Sky Rats

I ran through this flock of pigeons yelling "KOOKAA KOOKAA" to get the picture. After I took it I looked up and a bunch of street people were looking at me like I was mad. It's not a good sign when street people think you're insane.

Sky Rats

I Love SF!

Hi everyone. I've been pursuing other interests for a little while, but I'm still here, I still love photography, and I still love SF. How could you not love this town?