for anyone who has ever been in love... with a bicycle.

I have been plagued by a minor case of insomnia these past few nights and so I thought, what better way to burn the midnight oil than to rant and rave to no one in particular about bicycles.

Since moving to SF six years ago, my life underwent a radical transformation when I was introduced to an old friend whom I hadn't truly connected with since I was in grade school. I remember those good ole days when we used to explore the far reaches of the neighborhood together after school. Setting off down the street like explorers to the mysteries of the world and every pedal introduced us to new discoveries of the wonders of speed, beauty of the passing landscape, fleeting scents cataloged in our memory, and the sense of freedom and power felt as your home where your homework awaited began to blur in the distance. And then mother called you back for dinner and no words could describe to her at the time the way this simple hunk of metal on rubber made you feel.

Until now... For all you grownup bicycle riders, good for you. Welcome back to your childhood.

Since my 'beggers can't be choosers bicycle' six years ago, I have had many loves in my life that have come and gone. The memories of their individual beauty lingers and the experiences we have shared together re-exploring the world twenty something years later will stay with me for the rest of my life.

So here is to all the bicycles we have ever loved, of all different shapes, sizes and colors in our lives. Thank you.