I have a bike here in buenos aires. Beach bike. Blue. Big handlebars. Bitchin’. (it’s time for the revival of that word, by the way. Make it so)
I love riding the thing. Here, there, nearly everywhere. (but that’s another post)
The other day I was flying down Triumvarato, a big avenue. it cuts out a long diagonal . . . → Read More: the physics of bus vs. bike
what’d you say?