One Speed Bike
Cindy drove down into Oakland to pick this up. The owner insists this was a Burning Man touring bike. The gears were dropped down to one, to facilitate pedaling around flatlands on heroic doses of hallucinogens. It's a tall bike, and if you're shorter than me, you probably can't ride. I took it for a spin today. Berkeley has a series of interconnected Bicycle Boulevards. You can probably get from one end of town to another in less than a half an hour. Take that with a grain of salt, though, as I'm still getting acclimated to the lay of the land. I'm not too sure how I feel about the ram's horn handlebars, just yet. And the seat hurts the left ass-bone, a little. The ride's going to be a little wobbly for the next week, but I'm already getting to like my punk-rock bike.