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Ciao (Taken with instagram)

Farewell good condo (Taken with instagram)

My fan club (Taken with instagram)

anothershittybikeblog:

welp. I think that sloth wins… everything.

I just died.

(via will)

Has Kristen Bell seen this yet? Where’s the video?

hoopdriver:

primalpalette:

Charitable KFC

Oh sweet irony.

Wow.

hoopdriver:

life:

It’s true what they say, things are not always what they seem.

In 1937, LIFE published Margaret Bourke-Whites ‘American Way’ photograph that, for generations, has been the image of the Great Depression: an economic cataclysm distilled in one frame. But the story behind the picture tells a slightly different, equally fascinating tale.

(see more here)

I love how this photo, intended or not, captures the perceived and real dichotomy between the haves and the have-nots in America during the 1930s (and, for that matter, now). I’ve been downwardly mobile in an economic sense for going on 10 years. Part of it is situational, the “Great Recession” and all that, and part of it is self-imposed. I simply find it more interesting to not follow the conventional career and life paths my parents, teachers, and college friends had in mind. Granted, I enjoy all the social privilege afforded in our society to college-educated white males, but I’ve made a series of life choices that give me a glimpse of the other side. For example, back in 2004, I went car-free for a variety of reasons. I was, and am, a bicycle-centric person, and I always will be. In 2010, I separated from my wife (now ex-wife, who was the family driver), and now, when I want to go somewhere with my kids, a bus ride is usually required. If you ride the bus to get around, and you go places that require a transfer or two, sooner or later you’re going to get fucked by a slightly early or late bus that throws off the whole trip by 30-60 minutes. I almost always use the bus with my kids, so fast-walking a few blocks to make tight connections, or having to wait for a time at a bus stop in shit weather, becomes a character-building experience for them and me. I’m lucky, because the usual consequences of me being late because of the quirks of the bus system are minimal. But if keeping a job meant being on-time, as it does for many lower-income people, life as a bus rider with family responsibilities would be much more difficult and stressful. Sometimes I see politicians or other windbags lecturing poor people to pull themselves up into the middle class…but at the same time pushing funding cuts to the already barely trustworthy transit system. It’s surprising to me that there hasn’t been some kind of bloody revolution. Maybe it’s coming, probably.

I’m having a bit of wheel/tire/tube overload.

Big apples (Taken with instagram)

Wanted to save some money by shipping my bicycle, so I need a box. 10 boxes for $30, cool! But wait! $208.72 shipping for 10 boxes?!?!?