Despite the frequency with which I talk about bicycling here, (and on Facebook, and on Twitter, and on the Amtrak, and pretty much everywhere) I have come to riding a bike through a sense of necessity. I need to be able to get around on my on volition, and sometimes, in the cold and rain and wet, walking just doesn’t cut it. So, kicking and screaming, I got on a bike.
And it turns out I love it. What I don’t particularly love is packing all of my earthly belongings on to my back and slogging sweatily up Seattle’s many hills. Thankfully I can haul a lot more stuff on the Vespa, but still I dream little dreams of fuseproject: LOCAL. Maybe I’m biased because of all the orange, but that’s a cargo bike I could ride with pride. I can’t wait to see one in the wild!
h/t to tingilinde for so much good bike p0rn.