Well, you tried.
No longer will I vouch for the usefulness of this city. Nope, layabouts and Wildean aesthetes, all of us.
Jesus is ______.
I ain’t chicken.
Suddenly she’s on your wheel, and it’s over before it began. A relentless attack finds you at the rear of the peloton. Bonk, game over, better luck next time.
Sometimes Bike to Work Day culminates in Ambulance to Hospital Evening.
Peloton means “ball” in French.
Free Girafa.
Sweet ride.
Public Service Announcement: I’m mentally stealing your bike and switching out that saddle.
But seriously, folks–if you stop by the grocery at Page & Divisadero (nice Korean mom-and-pop place, questionable freshness, cheap basil), either lock up on Page (slight incline) or closer to the comic book store.