Bike Burrito

I've been walking the three miles to work and back the past couple days. Now that some of the snow has melted I've regained my confidence and am back on the saddle. I've removed the clipless pedals and am going with platforms. This alone increases my confidence three-fold. There's something about being able to put a foot down at will.
The bike lane is still pretty much covered or has that thin ice sheen almost all the way from East High to downtown, so I stayed in the wagon wheel tracks left over from cars down 16th. My ride a was bit squirrelly in a couple spots, but nothing that my pacemaker couldn't correct.
Looks like it's in the mid-thirties now... Looking forward to the Bike Denver meeting and dinner ride tonight.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Winter

Tuesday, I went on a mission, to decide where I should live in Washington, DC. While my girlfriend, Karen, has been gracious enough to host me in her apartment since I moved, and while I'm looking for a job, I don't have quite enough room to stretch out... and by that I mean there is no place to store my 1977 Schwinn Paramount tandem.
I've been hitting the Craigslist posts pretty religiously, and finally thought I had something great. It was a big house on the Red Line, and the roommate was a geochemist who knew a lot about vulcanology. For those of you who know me, what better arrangement than living with someone knowledgeable about aa and pahoehoe? The only problem was because it was late at night, freezing, and last minute when Karen and I visited (by car), I didn't have any idea about getting to and from the area by bike. So the next day, I decided to scout my potential living situation.
My goal was to use the same process that I tried in Denver, it goes roughly like this:
1) Find where you work, or will likely work
2) Find where you will spend a bunch of time
3) Decide to live somewhere in between the two that is accessible by bike
In Denver it worked great, I worked downtown, went to D.U. almost every day, and lived near 8th Ave and Inca, four blocks from the Cherry Creek Bike path that would take me between those places. D.C., is much more expensive in certain areas, and living at the midpoint was not a realistic option, especially with 6 bikes to accomodate.
This time I thought a little out of the way might be OK, so I tried this route:

Getting from Karen's house (denoted by the orange text "special lady") to the house (blue X marked "too far") took a little over four miles. Getting from there to work (denoted as "Daily Grind", and no, I don't work at a coffee shop), took about five and a half. Returning to Karen's took another two and a quarter. Perhaps I was influenced by the recent deep freezes, or perhaps it's the reckless taxis, or the harrowing tactics of all D.C. delivery drivers, but I just felt like if I could avoid the extra commute miles, I ought to.
I checked out another place for the same price right across Rock Creek Park from Karen's apartment, about one and a third miles away (denoted by the fuscia X and "OK"). It had about as much space, with much closer proximity to the places I want to be. For all of you economists reading, I bet you are asking, "well, if it's closer, and the same price, there must be some trade off, high crime, no roof, a loud nightclub upstairs, etc. to justify the low relative price."
Correct! The trade off is that one of my roommates will be a six year old boy. I haven't met the kid yet, but his mom, Colleen, tells me he's a real swell kid, and that he frightens her when he bombs the hill into the park on his bike to see how fast he can go. Sounds like we'll probably get along. Only time will tell, but there is this luxury that most D.C. residents don't get, I have a private bathroom and office, and plenty of safe basement for my fleet of bikes.

Labels: Apartments, Bike Commuting, Roommates

I'm calling it, 2008 is the summer of cycling. I'll prove it. My office normally has three bikes parked in the racks. This summer we're at overflow capacity, this was snapped at the modest rate of seven bikes racked up:

That's right a 133% increase in bike commuting!
It may have something to do with this:

The architects over at that soon to be LEED certified building on 14th & Wynkoop finally have fixed the curb of death, and built a proper twelve degree slope for the fine cyclists and disabled people of Denver. This happened immediately after this post, so clearly the construction crew is among our readership (or it could be due to simultaneous calls from our local bike advocacy group to city bike engineering and A.D.A. compliance)...
I recently travelled to DC to visit my special lady, and I'll tell you what, the place is pretty big on bike commuting. I spotted this businessman as he was rolling up his right pantleg, I rushed to get the shot, but he was already on his way:

Now I don't condone helmet-less riding, but I'm a big fan of the business-suit-on-a-bicycle look. Here's the bike parking situation on G street:



And somebody's got a marketing budget that makes me jealous:

For all they've got in DC, they don't have a Moonlight Classic. Again, it was the best place to work on your bike handling skills; who knew a ride that was closed to car traffic could be so dangerous. A girl at the start (uphill on 14th) fell over into me, but my right foot was squarely planted, and I prevented a human version of dominoes from ensuing. The interaction went a little something like this:
Girl in Grass Skirt - "Oh my god, I'm Sooo Sorry!"
Will - "Yeah, you really want to be careful on this section, you really can't go anywhere fast"
Girl in Grass Skirt (Heavy Sarcasm/passive aggressiveness/drunkeness) - "Oh, what a great idea, I never would've thought to be careful! What great advice, 'be careful', thanks!" ... as she rides away 4 feet, grass skirt getting caught in her derailer.
I rode with Joe and Lise, fine cyclists both, and we avoided all collisions, though I saw no less than three, and one at speed. The guy who crashed later challenged me to a race against him on his cruiser bike, I won, then stopped accepting any more challenges. In all the hazard avoidance, I didn't take any photos until the end where we could settle down, shake off the cold sweats, and have a stick-to-your ribs burrito at 2 AM

excellent bike handler, Lise
Keep riding ladies and gents, and we'll make it "THE YEAR OF BIKE COMMUTING" in 2008.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Death Curb, Moonlight Classic

A little cold and wet, but other than that, a really good ride home. Gotta love the way people look at you through their windshields on a day like this.
Snow and melting snow on the ride home today.
Snow crotch.
This guy had a ski helmet and goggles on. I think he took a page from Will's book.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Weather, Winter

I'm in DC this week going on interviews and figuring out where I'm going to live and where I'm going to store stuff when I move out in October. On that; yes, I am going to leave Denver, at least for a while, to live in DC with my girlfriend and past guest blogger, Karen Beach.
I have ridden numerous times in the DC Metro area, but today marked my first full day of genuine bike commuting. I had previously shipped out my Alan cyclocross bike to ride, but upon assembling it yesterday, I noticed a four or five hour slow leak in the front tire, and since it's tubular, it's not an easy fix. While that's fine for racing, I needed something a bit more reliable, so I borrowed Karen's Bianchi Milano. Also important to note, I was going to be dropping off resumes to all the congresspeople to which I had some sort of connection. This means going into one of the House office building, and that means wearing a suit.
First stop, Kinkos, so I headed downhill along the famous Rock Creek Parkway bike path, maintained by the National Parks Service. While it's not quite Cherry Creek bike path, it's better than 95% of bike paths, and takes you on a winding route down to the Patomac River, and then onto the National Mall. It was nice and cool, but wearing a suit jacket, it was still pretty warm under the coat, a problem I solved later by cinching it to my pack. I did stop in Earl Blumenauer's office, unfortunately they are not hiring, though the Chief of Staff sent a nice note thanking me for showing up and for working in bike advocacy, "no, thank you, Earl Blumenauer, for representing our admittedly niche interests".
Next was a pull uphill to visit d. (DDOT a.k.a. District Department of Transportation) to meet with a friend of a friend of a friend who might have an idea of some positions open in the wide world of transit. It was not too hard of a ride, but the whole time I was trying to ride in the shade of noontime buildings so as not to get too sweaty. It didn't work, I pretty much soaked the back of my shirt. I attribute this to the humidity of DC, which even in the crisp fall is something like 40%. This will probably be something I will experiment with as next summer rolls around, as it will be quite a change from Denver's 15% humidity, and my marketing firm attire (rolled up pants & polo shirt).
My contact at DDOT recommended I meet with the bike infrastructure guy who was a few miles away at Car Free Day festivities. Another downhill coast, easy, and some of the streets even had generous bike lanes. The festivities included a bike parking corral from WABA, and I witnessed something BikeDenver would never do, the guy manning the booth turned down a tip! It shows what a bike nerd I am, because I was also jealous of their racking system, which can be transported by bike. I also got to check out the SmartBike system, a civic initiative through DDOT. I kind of dig the hot roddy style of the bikes, 26" rear wheel, 20" front. I still don't think it's theft-proof enough, and I think it will catch up with them, but I give them a ton of credit for rolling a system out before anyone else.
My last pull was due West towards the setting sun, and Georgetown University to see one of my new favorite personalities, T. Boone Pickens. I've seen Boone before at The Big Tent during the DNC, but he's a compelling guy, and what he's selling right now, I'm buying.
The last part of the day's commute was North on Wisconsin, a pretty continuous uphill 3% grade climb. The cars were not too aggressive, and aside from more sweating, it was an uneventful ride back to Cleveland Park. All told, I think I covered about 20 miles today, and I can see myslef doing this for a while.
A couple other high points, cyclists, while vehicles, enjoy special priveleges near the more "secure" buildings of DC. I was able to cut off a few blocks by riding along the national mall, and later cutting in front of the Treasury and then the White House. Talk about VIP treatment! I have a picture, but can't get it off my phone, so here's what that looked like:

Labels: Bike Commuting

I've heard that riding tall bikes in traffic is illegal. It's definitely attention getting. Here's this guy track standing at a red light.

Labels: Bike Commuting

I'm not going to say it was entirely because of the socks, but today's commute was TERRIFIC! While in Portland, I picked up a pair of these wonderful socks. I got several compliments - from bikers and joggers en route to school today, but that's not what really made my day.
For the past several weeks, there has been ridiculous construction on Williams just south of Cheesman Park. From there, I typically wind my way down to Speer Blvd. and make my way to Wash Park. The first day of the construction, I headed out of Cheesman, unsuspecting to see a giant "ROAD CLOSED" sign, indicating that my detour was 8th Avenue. 8th Avenue is just about as bike-un-friendly as it gets at 8:30AM on a weekday so I sped my way down a block before turning off, horns beeping.
This devastating outcome has repeated itself several times over the past few weeks. With Downing as a back up route, I can say that these weeks have really lacked the beauty and simplicity of a nice daily ride.
Today, however, the sign - gone, giant ground-digging machines - gone, smile on my face - returned. The smile stuck with me as I cruised down my old familiar route. I noticed several bikes on my commute and realized how lonely Downing was. I was excited to have my route back.
After three hours of social psychology (at 8am mind you!) I came out of class to find that a scooter had parked next to my bike (would have photographed if I had a darn camera). I was parked at the end of a bike rack like this (on the outside) so that my panniers were out of the way of other cyclists - it's one of the most popular bike racks on campus. The scooter was parked next to me NOT locked to the rack (so did it really need to be there?), rubbing up against both my bars and my panniers. I couldn't reach my lock, nor could I move my bike. Luckily, scooters are light enough. I picked up the rear of the scooter and turned it 90 degrees. I got my bike out, scratch free and I'm sure the scooter rider came out wondering what happened. I thought about leaving a note but figured I had wasted enough time on this scooter riding, bike parking user fool. My social psych professor rides a scooter. Was this an experiment? Was it his? Alas, we may never know.
If I were Brendan, I would have drawn several neat diagrams/drawings to add to this post, I'm not. You just get the facts.

Labels: Bike Commuting

Whoever said Portland was rainy was full of it
One of the cool aspects of my job is traveling around and organizing work in the transportation world. This week, I'm in the Pacific Northwest (in this order: Eugene, Portland, Seattle), and lucked out with the best weather I could have imagined. It's been in the high nineties, and dry, which is a real treat compared to the high humidity heat of DC and all of the East Coast.
I got to Eugene via AmTrak at about 6:00 on Tuesday, and the folks I was meeting were kind enough to plan out a tour with the best Eugene had to offer. We started out from the train station by bike, I had a loaner Bike Friday Tikit (Made in Eugene!) in the hot pink colorway (I've always said it takes a real man to rock a pink bike). We first rode over to the new Eugene Bus Rapid Transit (the EmX) station, and met up with Mark, the general manager of the Lane Transit District for a tour. We got a special dispensation from Mark to bring onboard more than 3 bikes (normally the limit), and we were able to fold up the Bike Fridays and put them under the seats. The EmX is awesome, and the system really feels more like a light rail train than a bus (it has its own signals and some dedicated right-of-way), and connects downtown Eugene to nearby Springfield.


Our Guide Mark and the view from the pilot's seat

The hot pink one is mine, I regret not doing a proper portrait with it

The EMX

Lane Transit District loves bikes
Our return trip was via the bike path network adjacent to the Willamette river, which is as wide as a two lane road in many parts, and was just super under blue skies. The Friday rode well, especially for a bike that was just under a bus seat. We crossed back into Eugene at the Peter DeFazio bicycle and pedestrian bridge, which was pretty cool to see (he's the subcommittee chairman with the most responsibility for producing the upcoming transportation bill).
We had dinner at the Steelhead Brewpub, and a couple of people asked about the Bike Fridays leaned against the wall next to us. The ladies really liked the pink model I was borrowing, so if you need a good present idea for a wife, girlfriend or other special lady in your life, a pink Tikit has good WOW potential.
The next morning I was off to Portland via the 5:30 AM train (remarkably, it was on time the whole way). This was my first time to Portland, and I anxiously awaited arrival in bike city, USA.
Very quickly it was obvious, these people love the hell out of bicycling. At each traffic light, the bike lane (yes, they had them everywhere) backed up with about 10 cyclists every time. I also admired the general law abiding tendencies of Portland cyclists, there wasn't nearly the amount of red light running I've become accustomed to in DC. I was able to rent a bike for the day at the Safe Routes to School conference, and I got to all my meetings with no trouble. One myth that I can dispel about at least the downtown, it's not that hilly, and I also didn't see any rain whatsoever.

Portland's light rail has a special space for bikes
What I did see plenty of were groups of the young, disaffected street kids that are known throughout the Pacific Northwest. Dirty, hairy, and often traveling with one or more dogs, they seem to be an able bodied bunch that chooses street life for something like the adventure of it. If you've seen "My Own Private Idaho", imagine that in the summer. The region's congressman, Earl Blumenauer mentions the number of unemployed people who move to Portland for the quality of life, I think this too extends to the homeless who can ride transit in the downtown loop for free, and get by through begging and the other downtown social services available.
After finishing my meetings for the day, I thought I would ride over to the Columbia river. This was not a realistic idea, I discovered, after I went about 8 miles into the Port of Portland on the frontage road with only more working port infrastructure as far as I could see. The Willamette and the Columbia meet somewhere around there, but I definitely didn't go the right direction to see it (and I later realized that I had been given an area bicycling map at an earlier meeting that I just threw in my bag with all the other handouts I had).

My rental

I was tempted to keep going on a Goonies rally
There was one last landmark I had to see before I left, Burnside Skate park. It was smaller than I imagined, but the concrete glowed in the streetlights with a burnish earned by a million skate wheels. I rode back over the bridge, and had a rad view of the "Made in Oregon" neon sign.
I came away from both Eugene and Portland with a strong sense of envy for what they've accomplished in a short time, and for the political and community will that made it happen.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Eugene, Portland

Wednesday was the first full-on winter conditions I've had this season. My commute, which takes me west on 12th Ave. from Cheesman Park to Lincoln, covered several of stretches of packed snow and thin ice. Definitely a lot of iffy places for me on road tires. I only saw one other cyclist on my way to work, and he was a messenger. Made it to work without dumping it.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Denver, Winter

Here's what 16th Avenue looked like today.
This is the snow that's now freezing in the bike lane because of this plow guy.

Apparently cars are being inconvenienced by this ice block as well and have taken to driving over it.

Not really sure how I feel about this. I dig recycling. I do not dig it in the bike lane.


Those bins are just asking for a high school kid driving a fully loaded 1994 Pontiac Grand Am (with sunroof) to plow them over like a family of purple ducks crossing the road.
And if he doesn't get 'um, this dude in an '85 Monte Carlo SS could probably handle the job.
And if all else fails, leave it to the kid in the Saturn.

Labels: Bike Commuting

It's a lot easier to pull over and spend 10 minutes trying to take a snapshot of the sunset:
At Confluence Park

Labels: Bike Commuting

One thing I love about bike commuting is your level of interaction with your surroundings. You get to zip around anything you want, but if you see something interesting, you can come to a complete stop and check it out.
Exhibit A:

A limited edition Barack Obama inauguration metro card with $4.60 still on it! And that wasn't my only big score of the day. On my return trip, I had to make a u-turn for this
Exhibit B:

I never thought a post modern office building could look so beautiful. It's been a good day for finding stuff. Anyone else made any recent discoveries?

Labels: Bike Commuting

Yesterday was foggy.
Weather.com (which I check compulsively, by the way) even had a Heavy Fog Advisory banner across the top of my page. Being from Idaho, and then from Arizona, fog is a new thing for me. Sure I've seen it before, but it never lasted long and it wasn't so thick (giggle). It was a ton of fun to wake up, look out my window and see absolutely nothing, and bike through fog dense enough that I couldn't wear my glasses or see past about four car lengths. Drivers were even more courteous than normal.
Anywho, lately I've been thinking about my morning routine. Which goes a little something like this:
4:00am - Alarm goes off, hit snooze
4:14am - Alarm goes off, hit snooze
4:35am - Alarm goes off, hit snooze
4:44am - Alarm goes off, check Weather.com
4:47am - Get out of bed
4:50am - Get dressed, pack up
4:55am - Say bye to the cuties in my apartment, enter elevator
4:58am - Watch bus pull up to bus stop from three blocks away
5:00am - Board bus just as it's ready to leave
5:10am - Exit bus, bike to work
5:40am - Change in restroom
6:00am - Work
I'm sure this is not the ideal morning for a cyclist, or anyone else for that matter. You'll notice the absence of eating, drinking, stretching, or personal hygiene. I simply don't get up in time to do any of those things. I set my alarm with them in mind, but my sleepy brain sacrifices them all in the name of a few minutes more sleep without a second thought.
So I need help. How do you guys motivate yourselves to get up and do all kinds of constructive, healthy-type things before heading out on your commute? Are you even able to? I should probably eat a little something and hydrate, and I definitely need to stretch. Any tips? I don't want to eat so much that I'm bogged down, but I should probably get something in my stomach before I exercise for 35 minutes, right? Any good stretches that I should be doing? Things to avoid?
What is your morning routine like? Inquiring, lazy cyclists want to know.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Weather

Yesterday I had to get a couple five foot long garden stakes to the office. It was pretty easy to roll them into the roll top of my backpack, so I did that.
This made riding to work a little different, as I had to be cautious about how close I rode to parked cars.
What I was not counting on was a girl on a bike behind me jockeying for position at red lights, trying to get around me in the bike lane on 16th Ave. At two consecutive lights she came to a very audible skid stop behind me, I think just to let me know that she was there and possibly because she was annoyed by my size. Hooha.
Myself having a width of five feet, she couldn't zip by me in the bike lane and run the red light like she wanted to. As the second light turned green she entered the traffic lane to pass me, and as we approached 16th Ave. and Broadway, she was now in front of me and running the red light. I just sensed a little aggression and wondered how weird it is that bikers can get annoyed at other bikers, even though every single one of them will tell you they wish everyone was riding a bike.

Labels: Bike Commuting

This morning I left for work on my bike. With-in half a block I had to yell, "Get the hell over you fuck," at some lady driving right at me down the middle of Elizabeth Street. Apparently she believed I should squeeze my ass next to the parked cars even though there's ice moguls right next to them
Wow. I couldn't believe I yelled that. I was completely content. Still had some Portishead going through my mind and everything. I just couldn't believe that she thought the middle of the road was "her lane."
Anyway, moral of the story, don't listen to Portishead.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Cars, Crying

from a longtime reader, first time contributing writer:
Very few men - it would be hasty of me to disqualify them all - face the fashion crisis that bike commuting creates for their work wardrobes. Ties and suit jackets, for all their sweat-inducing qualities, have nothing on skirts and heels. Yesterday morning, my bike fanatic boyfriend (Hi, Will) and I were scheduled to take a tour of the new EPA building in Lodo. Since my flight back to our nation's capital was leaving shortly thereafter, I rather logically assumed that we would drive down with my luggage in the car and then leave from there to the airport after a lovely lunch. Even sound logic, though, can't overcome the adage of what happens when one assumes things - especially when the president of BikeDenver is involved. The thought of burning fossil fuels to attend a presentation on sustainability galled Will. Looking in my suitcase shocked me more. My choices were among two cocktail dresses and a chiffon skirt with a handkerchief hem (Google it, gentlemen). Of course, there were also the threadbare jeans I had brought for outdoors-type activities or the hiking clothes - scented with sunblock, sweat, and campfire smoke - that I had just worn for four days straight on our camping trip.
Will thought the jeans would be fine, but the Washingtonian in me was not about to enter a federal building under-dressed for the occasion. (Of course, as the other attendees of the tour later demonstrated to me, in Denver, federal employees and REI salespeople are hard to tell apart. It's the "business casual on the off chance I might go hiking after work" look.) So, I opted for the skirt and the only shoes I had with me to go with it, which happened to be a pair of flippy heeled sandals. In other words, ideal cycling attire.

To prevent my skirt from getting ripped off by the chain or gears on the journey - thereby making it just that more inappropriate for the occasion - I gathered the flowing hem up in a rubber band. After performing an amazing feat of leg origami to get myself up on the seat of my new Bianchi Milano (Thanks, Will), we were off down the Cherry Creek bike path, where I managed to expose most of my blindingly white thighs to my unsuspecting fellow cyclists. (For those of you who missed the show, watch for an encore when I return sometime in July, or just enjoy the pictures below.)

The happy conclusion? After undoing the rubberband and shaking out the folds, I was ready for business - and more importantly, Will didn't lose any street cred with the sustainability crowd. Phew!

Labels: Bike Commuting

In the world of bike commuting, it's pretty normal to see a biker ride along a line of cars waiting for a red light, and then pull in front of that line of cars as they themselves wait for the light to turn green.
Never would you see a car do this to another car, because there's an understood respect for waiting your turn. Unfortunately this respect does not always cross car/bike boundaries, but the other day I found out that it doesn't even cross the bike/bike boundary.
On two separate occasions as I made my way down 16th street on my bike, this biker...

decided that at each red light he would pull directly in front of me and try to track stand, eventually ending up a quarter into the lane of cross traffic. Upon green light, he would then proceed at an extremely slow rate, allowing me to pass him until the next red light where all of this would take place again.
Finally at the third intersection I stopped way back (as seen in the photo above), so I could get his photo. As you can see, the car in the bike lane forced him into the front of the "auto" lane where he was honked at almost immediately.

Labels: Bike Commuting

Today I decided to stop at all stop signs on my bike ride to work (if cars were remotely present).
I quickly found, in the form of a Chevy Cobalt, that some drivers believe bikers and non bikers alike will obey all traffic laws. As we both reached a 4 way stop at the same time, the Chevy zipped through. That's fine. That's the way it should be.
Two intersections later, a school bus driver reached the intersection WAY before me. It waited, probably wondering if I was going to blow through it. I stopped, unclipped and put a foot down. We both waited. Spent 3 seconds looking at each other. Then I decided she was just going to sit there until I went through, so I did.
If you're on a bike, that's one great bus driver. Really looking out for you.

Labels: Bike Commuting

Yesterday began what is officially "Bike to Work" month in Colorado. For the year round riders which make up the majority of the readership of this blog, this will simply be "another bike to work month". For others, this will be a Herculean effort of will and perseverance, culminating in a triumphant victory drive to work on July 1st to celebrate.
While I still hold that more bikes being ridden to work is a good thing, I can't help but cringe at some of the behavior I observed on my ride to work today. Let's start with my descent onto the Cherry Creek bike path. A rider was coming up the ramp, and instead of downshifting, jumped off the bike and walked it up the slope. I just wanted to stop and offer a tutorial on shifting =( Next was the guy riding up 16th Street mall on his comfort bike, sans helmet, riding an unintentional S pattern, and holding up the commuter bus behind him. While I have generally supported an expansive role for bikes on the Mall, this mornings observations gave me doubts.
After my ten minute ride in, I arrived at my office to lock up. That's when I saw a $2,200 LeMond bicycle with expensive quick release wheels locked up to the rail with a twelve dollar, four digit combo cable lock. I suppose the owner is at least making an effort, but since that type of lock can be cut with decent long handle garden shears, I fear they will be bikeless at some point in the not too distant future.
Got a story about newbie bike commuters? Send it here and we'll post it, approximately 400 words is a healthy size.
After we clown the new folks, I suppose we'll have to confess the stupidest things we did as beginner bike commuters as well. Fair is fair.

Labels: Bike Commuting

Well, the homeward part of it anyway. 5:00am doesn't have a lot of sunlight and my little cam doesn't do so hot in low light conditions.
It looks sorta crappy because it's blown up a bit (and shaky as bollocks) but that's only because I have no video editing skills and I set the camera resolution too low. Hopefully you guys can still enjoy it.

Labels: Bike Commuting, Video