May 23rd, 2011

Bike nuts unite!

Regular readers of Behooving Moving (hi Roberto, hi Gusto) may recall some unflattering things I once had to say regarding bikes with small wheels. Go on, click here, and refresh your memory. In all modesty, that post was the most  hilarious critique ever written regarding these scooters with pedals. Had anyone else been more funny before me, I would tip my hat. But it was me. I exposed this elephant in the room, as one reader so kindly remarked. And now, to prove I'm not biased, I will add that the most intelligent and insightful piece ever written on the topic of small wheel bikes, was not written by me, but the author of ArchiTakes. Go feed your mind.

I have since befriended Professor ArchiTakes, whose own small wheel loonacy sees him being special close friends with the lady who put the ba ba boom into Bike Friday. And she clazy, I tell you, clazy she is! Clazy in the best sense of the word. Check out her website. I can't get enough. You will see too from whence Dr. Behooving stole his hand held iPone camera style.

Fun times in New York with David and Lynette. New York only offers fun times. That why she costs more. From left: Afternoon breakfast; breakfast of champions; made by some clazy Dutch girl, and very cool, but way overpriced; My host's bag is in the MoMa, of course; even the Mac Shops are wow. 

There are only so many people in the world who are bonkers for bikes, and the web has put us all in the same room. Take Professor Paul Squire for example, the world's hilliest country's leading expert on Velomobiles, who found me through this blog. Most who are bonkers for bikes, and buildings, are on my list of people to call in on during my travels. I'm just so glad I never popped myself when I turned 40 (the thought crossed my mind) because I wouldn't be here now, at age 43, truly living. Jacinta and Shaun, Aart (not Garfunkel), Emilano, Kirstin and Dan, Brent, David, Lynette, Anne, I wish I could wrap you all up and take you back home. Oh and I fail to mention deserving big famous architects who are giving me their time to talk about bike friendly buildings: 1, 2, 3... and a few more lined up. And the nuttiest bike nut is yet to come, when I get to Copenhagen one month from now, Professor Mikael Hans Christian Andersen, trade mark owner of the term Cycle Chic, and a pure intoxicant to women all over the world. When this book I'm writing makes me richer than Elvis, here's what I'll do: I'll put you all in a mansion with Egor, Hamish, Gusto, Roberto, C.B. King, and my Primrose, and we'll argue to the ends of the earth regarding small wheels.

From left: not sure sure about his sperm friendly seat, but David's clear lacquer finish is THE architect's choice; having my new ultra light Brompton wheel straightened for free at Boston ride to work day; 

Speaking of which, this Brompton is starting to endear itself to me. Duties have required some zipping between libraries in Boston, revealing to me the joys of weaving between slow moving cars on a small bike. Alright, it would be nicer to ride with bigger wheels. That aside, it looks so dear under tables in cafes. And in the right clothes it does make one look rather English, dapper and slightly off kilter. Since my accent has me confused with an Englishman so often here in the US, I'm rather enjoying pretending.  

It also rides surprisingly well. I still haven't pinned down the uneasiness I feel climbing or accelerating, with me weight over the wheels, instead of between them. One must be especially wary of ruts, and perhaps not try descending one handed, because they are filming their self with the other. But otherwise, this thing works a treat. The rubber block at the top of the seat stays provides just the right give where it's needed. It folds tighter than an Australian's scrotum in a New England chill, and never frowns owners of buildings it enters. It really is a convivial chap, polite in the lift and on the footpath, yet feisty when taking a lane. Wherever I go, people say Brommy, not to me: to him. It's as though they knew him before he was mine.