The last time I’d been to Paris was over 10 years ago, when I was a single woman and explored just a sliver of the city on borrowed old step-through bicycle. I consider myself quite lucky that I was able to return this time with my husband and for a very special cycling event.
Just as Paris-Brest-Paris draws a diverse gathering of randonneurs from around the globe, it’s fitting that an endurance event that pushes individuals to their extreme limits also attracts a wild range of human-powered machines.
There’s a section of the I-580, just before you cross the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, where cyclists can ride along the shoulder of the highway. I’ve always wondered why anyone would brave this busy little stretch of road, so I did a little research and found out that you can pedal to Pt. Molate.
The San Francisco Police Department hosted a bicycle theft prevention workshop at Google’s San Francisco location tonight. Only 20 people came to their first workshop last year, but due to popular demand, they had a nearly full house in attendance for this evening’s session.
Yesterday was cycling art night in the city. I checked out Bridget’s art opening in the Mission, then headed on down to 111 Minna for this year’s ARTCRANK show.