While I am a participant and chronicler of the "Cycle Chic" movement, I really love the regular old folks you see on bicycles. There is so much beauty in the everyday, mundane world that we hardly ever notice.
This guy and I talked about riding around the city and how much fun it is. He took off down 3rd st. and I kept going. We'll see each other again on Market St. and we'll have someone new to wave to.
These two were on their way somewhere and taking the opportunity to people watch at the red light.
Maybe he needed to pick up his bike somewhere and she was heading over there with him.
You just know this lady has sons and she took one of their bikes to get out with her daughter. I love all of those clips in the girl's hair! I bet they click like the spoke beads we all used to put on our bikes.
Sometimes you have to make your own parking. Unless you have a skateboard, in which case you can park in your messenger bag.
One of the great joys of human powered transportation, any kind, is what you get to see- everyday people, doing everyday things and making the world a more beautiful place in the doing.