/ Noe ValleyWhenever I'm ever away from my Frenchie, my beloved bicycle, I'm either coding like a hardcore keyboard nerd in caffeinated bean square, or okay, parked within a block. My trusty ride awaits, yes. There is no other feeling I look forward everyday than that crazy air, wild wind and wabbly pavement beneath you.
Wednesday night, was crisp and a perfect 47° for butterlap. Some snaps coming soon, I was very stoked I completed the whole loop and all. First butterlap of the year. Swoon.
My parked bike, a block-walk, a quick chat, some coffee before meeting up - bring it. The city has it.
dinner trio/the Marina
"this reminds me of you" my friend Louie said
take that cupid, I'll be busy reading books – bicycle poetry books to be exact...