This article popped up on my Facebook newsfeed and I just loved what the owner of Heritage Coffee (the only place to get Stumptown in Chicago, at least when we lived there) had to say:
"Why coffee, anyway? "No matter where you go in the world, you'll be able to access a bike and coffee," says Mike. "The cultures have come up together. In both worlds, you can be such a geek, such a pro, and know everything about coffee/bikes—but there's also the idea that it's just coffee. It's just a bike. You just want to ride it, you just want to drink it, you just want it to be part of your life."
I still miss my old black Schwinn (we had to sell it when we left Chicago) so I'm thinking I need to be scouring craigslist here in LA for another.
A few things from around the web:
The Kindness of Strangers segment of This American Life from a few weeks ago. I cannot stop picturing this and replaying it in my mind. I used to dream of doing this on the Eleventh St Bridge in Tacoma when it was closed to traffic.
Apparently fruit flies just love wine and are too dumb to get out of a wine bottle.... The flies and I have been waging war the past few days and I am the obvious winner.