Well, butter my biscuit!!
Quit your job if you have to , just promise you’ll get out for a ride today??
So as you may have heard, rocco and I were recently in New Orleans. Man, what a town. And yeah, we rented bikes. Check the picture below. Or better yet, check the video even further below. But, while you’re here, let’s discuss the bike. You’ll notice the fat and forgiving tires, the cushy saddle, the wide handle bars, the kickstand. Even the chain was guarded to protect your jeans from grease and rips.
Sure, this bike wouldn’t work for my commuting needs. But for my ‘just got to town, want to amble around a bit, and oh yeah some of my homeys haven’t rode bikes in a minute’ needs, she was ideal.
We recently took to the streets of New Orleans to celebrate one of our good bud’s final days as a single man. We ate, drank, bike ganged, gumbo-go-cupped, etc. all over the city. The weather was sick, and all told, I’m sad that I’m not there anymore.
PS - Shout out to bun-beezus, tomball, jimmyjam, ROB, hippus and master william. shit was dope!!!
Here are the reasons why I love my new Triple Optic goggles:
1. Wind and debris will no longer assail my eyeballs as I ride home in the dark.
2. They are technically a commuting expense, so my company will pay for them.
3. They can easily be used for racquetball.*
4. Look kinda fresh.**
* provided I ever play again
** Not quite “A’mare in his goggles” fresh, but still…
So these guys over at Red Peak conducted an experiment. They locked a fully-loaded bike - bells, basket, etc. - to a street in New York’s fashionable SOHO neighborhood. And then they took a picture of that bike every day for a year as it was slowly stolen away. AND THEN they put a video of those photographs on youtube.
Now, if there’s one takeaway from this video, gang, it’s that you shouldn’t leave your bike locked up for a year on a street in New York City.
Today is Michelle Obama’s birthday. And as you might recall, I named my bike after her. Safe riding, FLOTUS!
Courtesy of Brooke’s moms and them. So dope.