Friday, June 02, 2006
Can Juancho Come Out and Play?
School is out for Summer, and it is Friday, which means a big fat Saturday morning lies ahead of us. Who's riding where and with who when?
If you aren't riding your bike, what are you going to do?
Wherever you live, I would like to know what you consider to be the essential version of a "Saturday Stroll" in your neighborhood, town, city, pueblo, or village.
For me it is coffee at Lake Ella, then a nice volunteer stint cleaning and selling bikes down at Joe's. The music is up, Pete is busy wrenching, and an unsuspecting public wanders into our little bike paradise to receive enthusiastic, if unorthodox service.
In the course of a day I will likely ride a 3 wheel foldable, a couple of cruisers, a fixed gear, a 29'er, a BMX bike, a variety of mountain bikes, but probably not any road bikes. I will ride them to chase dogs, get lunch, visit with pretty ladies, and mainly just to experience the way each one of them rolls.
Lonely folks who don't necessarily ride bikes will stop by to get un-lonelied by Joe and us, his reluctant disciples. Three or four generations of Joe's mechanics will stop by, most will pick up a wrench at some point and get involved in a good diagnosis, whether it is some migrant worker's Roadmaster, or a techno-weenie and his tri-bike. Skills will be flexed.
Tonight I will roll around Railroad Square www.railroadsquare.com , enjoying the unpretentious First Friday Gallery Hop scene.
Peek in the doors of Krank it Up www.railroadsquare.com/tenant/KrankItUp.html , to see what sort of bicycle chaos they have going on, drop into ArtAffects www.artaffectsgallery.com to see Leigh Anne, and wander the BFA warehouse where the youngsters with intense visions and grand dreams are hacking, painting, and brooding there way towards legitimacy.
I will wind up down at Tocamos, www.tocamos.com getting down to the Afro-cuban rhythms under the tiki torches.
It's summer man, nobody cares about your VO2 max, or your lactic threshold. I want to know what makes life sweet where you live.
Now cue the crickets...