My commute takes me from my east-side 'hood, through the trendy furniture district, which turns into the Financial district, before ending up in the so-called Clubland. SerialJay goes a bit further, into what I call Condoland.
On the first part of my journey, I'm pretty much a lone cyclist except for the rare velos heading in the opposite direction along King.
Once I hit the Financial District, I usually run into a group of gentlemen I like to call the "Cycling Suits". They invariably wear slacks (with ankle straps), dress shoes, checkered shirts and sporty helmets. And the cycle hard, like it's the Tour de France. Sometimes this brings a case of the giggles (especially when an empty child seat is involved), but in general I enjoy riding with them. Riding, not racing gents!
Once they all stop off at their respective office towers, I'm alone again, only now I'm in hipster territory. Fixies and vintage bicycles galore!
These are the people in my velohood, the people that I meet each day. So you can imagine my surprise when I passed this gentleman yesterday morning. A unicyclist commuting to work with a coffee in his hand. I'm sure you'll agree --he deserved a pic:)
Bon samedi!
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