Off the bike, On the bike.

/ Noe Valley

Whenever 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 beau awaits, as usual /the Mission

The smell of wet streets, dirty corners, or fancy new soap shops, greasy burrito joints, thai food near pizza places – it doesn't matter, whatever it is that awaits I want it.
My parked bike, a block-walk, a quick chat, some coffee before meeting up - bring it. The city has it.

mojo's at nite /the Western Addition

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...

Riding into the night. Very happy to be riding everyday and, late nights. /California st.
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♥ ♥ hugs xoxoo.meli ♥ ♥