The drivers go too fast and are impatient.
But I was so happy to see this sticker on the window
as soon as I was whisked away from the airport.
I have mentioned before that when I travel
I tend to see the world through bicycle colored eyes.
|poor girls got something stuck in their rental bike chain/bike share business style|
My eyes have bicycle filters. As a friend whisks me through the city I take mental note of all things bicycle. As I ride BART I take mental note of how the people are maneuvering with their bicycles in a crowded car. As I walk down the street I note the dapper gentleman in a suit quietly headed to work on his bicycle. When I am in San Francisco, my filters also flood me with memories - of me riding on these streets (with no bicycle lanes) and all the emotions I was filled with during my time in San Francisco, of H wearing those bibs hanging out of his pants on a crisp NorCal morning and all those races he went to with friends, of tourists passing by me as I commute home from work towards the Golden Gate Bridge and never get over my awe of how beautiful it all is.
My bicycle filters help me to experience my surroundings, whether it is enhancing my travel, or my everyday. Taking time to observe, to absorb, to reflect, this is what makes the everyday a special day...