Hope is alive. Yesterday I saw a number of women wearing flip-flops…with parkas. Only in Minnesota. It’s also the time of year for me to, once again, covet a cruiser. Much to my chagrin, and to the amusement of a certain friend, I’ve been bikeless for years. And yes, I still know to ride one. I think. I’d love one of the Paul Frank models, but any of them would do, really (though it’s been pointed out that I might have trouble negotiating the hills in my neighborhood with a fixed gear). Riding to work would be so much faster than walking. Speaking of alternate modes of transportation…Strike! Blog posted a link to the journal of a cab driver. Turns out it’s an old friend of mine. Check out Dr. Toxic’s unique perspective at Four Dollar Minimum.
