Changing Lanes
I was walking through Georgetown visiting my old haunts and enjoying the beautiful weather. As I strolled down the brick sidewalks and damn near busted my ass crossing the cobblestone streets, I spotted a bike. And next to that bike was another bike. And across the street from those bikes were more bikes. It was like a bike shop had exploded and a whole rack (pun totally intended) of bikes just wound up on the sidewalks unharmed. Biking in DC is definitely a thing now, with every man, woman, and child in possession of one. Here's a couple of my favorites.
Kill Bill bike.
Blue balls bike.
B-M-X and my dogs bike (I really hope that reference doesn't fly over too many people's heads).
I went on Craigslist tonight looking for a bike, and what do you know? Someone in the neighborhood next to mine is selling the same exact bike I had in Japan for an obscenely low price. I think the universe is trying to tell me something, like stop spending $30 every few days on gas and use that money to buy a bike.