There is much to be grateful for, living in the city.
The Bay Area. It's dope.
Why is it dope? Let me put it simply. For the cost of nothing, you have access to the highest quality launching pad any soul could ask for. It's so good it calls into question Johnson Space Station and the common dream of becoming an astronaut. What's the need? All that fantasy is cinematic over-hype. It is an anachronous childhood fantasy. Replace it. Realize the caliber of worth found in your own neighborhood beats that of any celestial curiosity, triplefold.
Or perhaps research the tax-dollar spending on behalf of groups like NASA, where monumental fuck ups run rampant. There is much to preserve on this planet. This is why I am determined to preach the blessing of a bike lane, the campaigns to Share The Road, the legislation that affords open space and has created national parks.... Take a ride, you're going to learn to be swift ya'll, like a bird.
Let me introduce myself. This whole biking thing is a new passion of mine.
Personally, I ain't there yet, I ain't no lance. I ain't no Landis. And I don't dope. But I enjoy it. And that's something.
Let's flirt for a while.
First off, there are details that I'd like to share with you, details that enhance the overall experience of riding a bike. Stuff like sunscreening your nose. Not being a pompous money glutting reject. Keeping a 100+ pounds of air in your tires. Drifting with riders, talking with them, taking turns to break wind and floating at dutched angles. Bike maintenance: learn it, buy a book if you've got to, get dirty and practice >> it's a quirky hellish business. You've got to be the great observer. Be as mindful as siddhartha. And as gentle as Bernini's Saint Teresa. A road bike is porcelain, you go hoppin around like Dave Mirra then forget about it, you'll screw up your spoke tension. Regardless, you're going to true a wheel and connect with the greek gods. Carry a patch kit. Some C02. Stretch. Hum some Dizzy Gillespie. Don't be eating much before the ride. Eat some GU.
That'll do. Know your route, know every bad camber. Know it like the neck of your girlfriend. Know every damn pebble, every rut and all the trees. Make it a giant loop - maybe have some detours in there. A route - it's the map in your head. Google earth it and take a look at it from a satellite. Wow... that course is magnificent, right? It's downright resplendent in all its imperfections. You don't have a route? Well holler, write me, I'm a significant responder.
Riding is about conserving energy. But it also has a lot to do with your handles. This part is analogous to how a red-tailed hawk might modulate his flight in a violent gust. Steering is the management of a number of muscles combined with cantilevering your weight. You got to pull grip and lean into your turn keeping the inside knee up, and using the outside leg as counter weight. Think core strength. And confidence. Out aim the Paleolithic bowman. That's how you got to think.
Be gentle out there too. Hey yo, I'm competitive as hell. I race every fool out there, but you got to show that you're sensitive. Show respect. Show empathy on a level of John Edwards.
Watch out for vehicles.
They seldom exhibit compassion.
Try to avoid hitting them.
That'd be good.
Very key - what you wear. It's padded spandex. Generally, you're gonna stand out a bit. That's natural. I wear toe-up black, to combat this, but that's probably influenced by the Maori people and Roger Federer more than anything. Wear color. If you're a champ, where yellow. I really don't understand the whole billboard/sponsored-out look. But if you want to wear corporate fonts all over your body that's your thing. Now. Protect yourself. You think you look silly, Get over it. Spandex, all over. This is gonna max out your speed, big time. If you are easily prone to cold up, then I recommend some shoe covers, something for your ears and a windbreaker on top.
ipod. put it on your arm or on your wrist, put it someplace, maybe put that thing in your lower-back pocket. string the earphones under your jersey so they pop out by your neck, then fill up your water bottle and hit play on that thing, turn up the volume. Cat Power, GZA, Bill Evans or Ryan Adams. Edith Piaf, Feist or whoever it is your listening to.
I can see you right now fondling your little esquire nano on a muni bus. Sweet. And maybe some perceive that you are ignoring everybody around you, you know, headphone-ing the situation. People tend to get all mad about it. Alternatively, I take the approach that I'm mad fine with it. I mean, it's tight. You are traveling through rainforests and mayan ruins, sonically.
Now think about that. And add the bike in.
straight beat.
Golly. What immense metaphor you'll discover as you pedal & mix songs with sights from saddles. The things you'll feel. My god. Hit shuffle. You'll reach all these revelations; and these new feelings...
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They might include sadness, loneliness. Random joy. Ecstasy. You'll encounter history face on and it will be real, like nothing you've seen on t.v. To behold angel island & Alcatraz, yo. You'll peer down at ships direct from china holding brown and orange containers chock full of toys. You'll pray the pilot doesn't swipe his hull against the bay bridge because you can picture the consequence, and it will fuck you up inside. Memories: create new ones! Life is short so drink port and don't whine. Out there somewhere you'll spot a buck and wonder if you should call it a stag, a hart, or a bull. Deer, you'll see all kinds of 'em, a ruminant mammal that regurgitates raw materials and then eats it. Oh snap. What's called cud. WELL. Then what about the allure of birds? Ground sparrows, Peregrines. Tourists, gawking about. Flora! Oak & blue gum eucalyptus, cedar & manzenita. Mexican sage, lupin, all the little naked ladies and indian paintbrush. Coyotes, what are they all about? These little Wile E.'s cross the bridge for foraging up in the presidio, it happens when you're asleep. They had to physically turn a deer around last week and send it back to Marin. "No room for you, missy".The golden gate bridge is a hell of a thing. It's graces us with reliable wit, more days than not. You'll observe surfers, commuters and bums. Sailors and architects, beauticians and city officials. The whole god damn gamut.
On a bike, you'll fall in love with things
and maybe it will be the bridge.
There is no necessity to be in great shape. None at all.
Absolutely ridiculous.
You're a straight rockstar for christ's sake.
Yes...
Try this exercise out at different times of the day.
The natural light works different.
You'll see.
The sun is saying all these things to us.
Like
grow up. Use me. Harness this shit,
for everything.
The plants do... Solar. Talk about advanced.
Holler at me beautiful girl. Let's feel the earth rotate away from the sun, it will be called sunset. We'll be riding up hawk hill on Conzelman Road at a pace that'd make Snoop Dogg blush.
I feel a need to share these things with you because I believe in you.
I believe in your sense of fashion and in your attitude, your majestic possessions and all your fucked up little habits.
2008.
Let's get cozy and very very drunk.
...but for real, Get on a bike.. raise up the bpm.
Ride somewhere vigorously for 2 hours.
It is some serious magic.
WATCH THIS
Don't forget it.
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
The Bay Area. It's dope.
Why is it dope? Let me put it simply. For the cost of nothing, you have access to the highest quality launching pad any soul could ask for. It's so good it calls into question Johnson Space Station and the common dream of becoming an astronaut. What's the need? All that fantasy is cinematic over-hype. It is an anachronous childhood fantasy. Replace it. Realize the caliber of worth found in your own neighborhood beats that of any celestial curiosity, triplefold.
Or perhaps research the tax-dollar spending on behalf of groups like NASA, where monumental fuck ups run rampant. There is much to preserve on this planet. This is why I am determined to preach the blessing of a bike lane, the campaigns to Share The Road, the legislation that affords open space and has created national parks.... Take a ride, you're going to learn to be swift ya'll, like a bird.
Let me introduce myself. This whole biking thing is a new passion of mine.
Personally, I ain't there yet, I ain't no lance. I ain't no Landis. And I don't dope. But I enjoy it. And that's something.
Let's flirt for a while.
First off, there are details that I'd like to share with you, details that enhance the overall experience of riding a bike. Stuff like sunscreening your nose. Not being a pompous money glutting reject. Keeping a 100+ pounds of air in your tires. Drifting with riders, talking with them, taking turns to break wind and floating at dutched angles. Bike maintenance: learn it, buy a book if you've got to, get dirty and practice >> it's a quirky hellish business. You've got to be the great observer. Be as mindful as siddhartha. And as gentle as Bernini's Saint Teresa. A road bike is porcelain, you go hoppin around like Dave Mirra then forget about it, you'll screw up your spoke tension. Regardless, you're going to true a wheel and connect with the greek gods. Carry a patch kit. Some C02. Stretch. Hum some Dizzy Gillespie. Don't be eating much before the ride. Eat some GU.
That'll do. Know your route, know every bad camber. Know it like the neck of your girlfriend. Know every damn pebble, every rut and all the trees. Make it a giant loop - maybe have some detours in there. A route - it's the map in your head. Google earth it and take a look at it from a satellite. Wow... that course is magnificent, right? It's downright resplendent in all its imperfections. You don't have a route? Well holler, write me, I'm a significant responder.
Riding is about conserving energy. But it also has a lot to do with your handles. This part is analogous to how a red-tailed hawk might modulate his flight in a violent gust. Steering is the management of a number of muscles combined with cantilevering your weight. You got to pull grip and lean into your turn keeping the inside knee up, and using the outside leg as counter weight. Think core strength. And confidence. Out aim the Paleolithic bowman. That's how you got to think.
Be gentle out there too. Hey yo, I'm competitive as hell. I race every fool out there, but you got to show that you're sensitive. Show respect. Show empathy on a level of John Edwards.
Watch out for vehicles.
They seldom exhibit compassion.
Try to avoid hitting them.
That'd be good.
Very key - what you wear. It's padded spandex. Generally, you're gonna stand out a bit. That's natural. I wear toe-up black, to combat this, but that's probably influenced by the Maori people and Roger Federer more than anything. Wear color. If you're a champ, where yellow. I really don't understand the whole billboard/sponsored-out look. But if you want to wear corporate fonts all over your body that's your thing. Now. Protect yourself. You think you look silly, Get over it. Spandex, all over. This is gonna max out your speed, big time. If you are easily prone to cold up, then I recommend some shoe covers, something for your ears and a windbreaker on top.
ipod. put it on your arm or on your wrist, put it someplace, maybe put that thing in your lower-back pocket. string the earphones under your jersey so they pop out by your neck, then fill up your water bottle and hit play on that thing, turn up the volume. Cat Power, GZA, Bill Evans or Ryan Adams. Edith Piaf, Feist or whoever it is your listening to.
I can see you right now fondling your little esquire nano on a muni bus. Sweet. And maybe some perceive that you are ignoring everybody around you, you know, headphone-ing the situation. People tend to get all mad about it. Alternatively, I take the approach that I'm mad fine with it. I mean, it's tight. You are traveling through rainforests and mayan ruins, sonically.
Now think about that. And add the bike in.
straight beat.
Golly. What immense metaphor you'll discover as you pedal & mix songs with sights from saddles. The things you'll feel. My god. Hit shuffle. You'll reach all these revelations; and these new feelings...
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)
They might include sadness, loneliness. Random joy. Ecstasy. You'll encounter history face on and it will be real, like nothing you've seen on t.v. To behold angel island & Alcatraz, yo. You'll peer down at ships direct from china holding brown and orange containers chock full of toys. You'll pray the pilot doesn't swipe his hull against the bay bridge because you can picture the consequence, and it will fuck you up inside. Memories: create new ones! Life is short so drink port and don't whine. Out there somewhere you'll spot a buck and wonder if you should call it a stag, a hart, or a bull. Deer, you'll see all kinds of 'em, a ruminant mammal that regurgitates raw materials and then eats it. Oh snap. What's called cud. WELL. Then what about the allure of birds? Ground sparrows, Peregrines. Tourists, gawking about. Flora! Oak & blue gum eucalyptus, cedar & manzenita. Mexican sage, lupin, all the little naked ladies and indian paintbrush. Coyotes, what are they all about? These little Wile E.'s cross the bridge for foraging up in the presidio, it happens when you're asleep. They had to physically turn a deer around last week and send it back to Marin. "No room for you, missy".The golden gate bridge is a hell of a thing. It's graces us with reliable wit, more days than not. You'll observe surfers, commuters and bums. Sailors and architects, beauticians and city officials. The whole god damn gamut.
On a bike, you'll fall in love with things
and maybe it will be the bridge.
There is no necessity to be in great shape. None at all.
Absolutely ridiculous.
You're a straight rockstar for christ's sake.
Yes...
Try this exercise out at different times of the day.
The natural light works different.
You'll see.
The sun is saying all these things to us.
Like
grow up. Use me. Harness this shit,
for everything.
The plants do... Solar. Talk about advanced.
Holler at me beautiful girl. Let's feel the earth rotate away from the sun, it will be called sunset. We'll be riding up hawk hill on Conzelman Road at a pace that'd make Snoop Dogg blush.
I feel a need to share these things with you because I believe in you.
I believe in your sense of fashion and in your attitude, your majestic possessions and all your fucked up little habits.
2008.
Let's get cozy and very very drunk.
...but for real, Get on a bike.. raise up the bpm.
Ride somewhere vigorously for 2 hours.
It is some serious magic.
WATCH THIS
Don't forget it.
![](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/ph-508.604ed20cffa9.gif)