I am generally known as a “bike person.” I wrote a lot of words about culture shifts around bikes, once. This helped me get a job with a bike advocacy organization. I rode for transportation enough that I didn’t suck at riding for sport. When I drove across the country to move to San Francisco, everyone I know made fun of me and assumed I was a bad driver; when I drove to San Jose for work a few weeks ago, my coworkers, visibly worried, asked me to text them when I arrived.
(I’m a much better driver now that I’m not commuting on 50 and 495 every day, let me tell you.)
Anyway, I came to biking because I was a transportation person, and before that, I was an urban studies person. I didn’t start biking because it was cool; I started biking because I assessed my options and lifestyle preferences and determined it was the easiest, cheapest, and fastest way to get from point A to B, homicidal drivers and judgmental pedestrians be damned. I didn’t start riding alleycats or playing polo or doing Critical Mass or Bike Party or even try to be Cool Bike Girl. My first adult bike was a shitty Schwinn cruiser that got stolen when I moved out of College Park. When I had enough money, a year later, I bought a flat-bar Jamis commuter. I only started looking like Cool Bike Girl when it got warm enough that you could see my leg tattoos, probably. (And then I was very annoying about being Cool Bike Girl with my Cool Bike Boyfriend and our Matching Chrome Messenger Bags, but now our shoulders are lopsided and tired and we’ve bought backpacks in a half-hearted, hundred-dollar-plus concession toward Getting Older.)
I was burnt out as fuck when I left WABA. Bike advocacy, for me, was a terrible field in which to work (YMMV tho). I thought I’d volunteer to earn my membership with SFBC, but I realized that I make a salary that actually affords me the things I want, and I could pay $35 to not volunteer at the kind of events that made me miserable! Which is what I did. And beyond trying to eke out a few more bike commuters at my office or helping Chris open the Bike Kitchen (or getting hammered and riding my bike to the beach at 2 a.m. with a thermos of Bonus Gin, which: Do as I say and not as I do), I don’t do bike stuff anymore. I don’t even ride for fun, really. I did Paradise Loop my second week in San Francisco and didn’t enjoy it.
Here are things I’ve been doing instead of bike stuff: working, running on the treadmill, running on the elliptical, cooking, hanging out with my boyfriend, climbing, hanging out in the East Bay, playing pinball, drinking, drinking with Heather, reading, using the Internet, going to lunch lectures at SPUR, trying to make friends, working really late, eating burritos, fulfilling my Young Professionals in Transportation duties, saving money for my share of a ski house in Tahoe, rewatching X-Files, accumulating freelance assignments and procrastinating on them, sending weird shit I find on the Internet to my friends via email, listening to Welcome to Night Vale, and sleeping.
I want a touring bike. I live in California, and California is pretty. It seems appropriate to do some light touring. Chris and I bike to work together and sometimes I bike home with my coworker, if we leave work at the same time. I have opinions about bike policy, especially as it relates to larger transportation policy.
But that’s it.
I’m running a lot of stop signs and red lights and not feelings particularly bad about it whatsoever, is where I’m going with this.
Make-up at Christian Dior Spring 2014
- Toast with eggs, bacon, and brie at Stable Cafe
- Bike Kitchen
- Dolores Park
- Noise Pop block party
- Tecate tallboy
- Ordering an extra bowl of house noodles to go from Yamo
- Eternal nap
- Frittata and cinnamon raisin bread at Just for You Cafe
- Sunday Streets in the Mission
- Tenth of December and Inherent Vice from Dog-Eared Books
- Cooking (lunch for the week)*
I left the Mission for a total of three hours this weekend, evidently.
*We are trying to be healthier, lose weight, &c. And while it’s not cheaper [than eating at Gap] to bring my lunch based on what I like to eat for lunch, I try to because I like to work out or read during the day and having food on hand gives me the full hour. Anyway, we marinated cut-up chicken breasts in some olive oil/soy sauce/rice vinegar/miso/ginger/garlic/red pepper flake business for about an hour and put it over roasted vegetables and quinoa. Could’ve used more grains and more vegetables but we are low on Tupperware and ran out of olive oil, but I recommend marinating chicken like that.