My NYC Biking Story: Lucette Gilbert

Incredibly inspiring.

My NYC Biking Story: Lucette Gilbert

if you still have a mccain palin sticker on your truck you are basically announcing I am an idiot

What a fucking mess.

Hard to let go of a day: few enough left.

Parking lot full of pickups and sports-cars: trumpet symposium must be in town.

Hint: if you're "animal-friendly" and you're driving a vehicle that gets seven miles to the gallon, you're NOT actually "animal-friendly."

Boozing, smokin' weed, & dissing your buddy's girlfriend doesn't make you a bluesman: it makes you a fucking pussy.

CE/BE: Know where your allegiance lie. Act on that knowledge.

I would love this new phone forever if all it did was guarantee that I always had a book in my pocket.

And some days you eat the mothering bear

Jiggity-jig

What is it about known fears that nakes them more comfortable than unknwon possibilities?

Pristine weather: such a gift!

God we are a bunch of f*cking dope addicts.

Any errand using bike instead of car is a victory.

CW/BW: Performance is the crux of the biscuit.

Working for a public university in this f*ckin' state virtually mandates that we waste vast time on paperwork better spent on TEACHING!

I ain't your "bro", punk.

State lotteries: just one more oligarchic shuck to exploit poor folks with the fantasy of equal opportunity.

45d, pre-dawn darkness. Sometimes it's only the bike that keeps me sane.