Bike Buddy
“Bike Pal”
Are you lonely tonight? Are you wanting to go for a wild bike ride, or perhaps a leisurely ride around the park.
Well then scoot on over to Bike Pal and find that special person that enjoys the same riding styles as you. Lycra Optional.
By the way you don’t need to have Gucci bike to go riding like this rather lovely looking bicycle pictured above
The Dutch-style bike is out of the range of most of us, at around $3400, and the official product page is very light on information… about such matters as gear ratios or brake technology. But it is stylish.
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Find a Riding Buddyl
Uni Wheel
“Grill”
UGANDA, Kampala Mobile grill for goat’s meat. White, square grill box made of metal (approx. 40 × 40 cm), to which an old bicycle wheel with fork was welded at the front. Grill box closed on five sides, only opening to the rear. In the inside, three grill grates. On the outside the label: “Goats Meat Muchomo”. Including the original wooden skewers and forks.
On the occasion of this year’s imm Cologne, the new contribution from Dornbracht, Edges, celebrated a well received private view with more than 500 guests on 19 January 2009. “Global Street Food” is dedicated to the fascination of improvised kitchens in public spaces. Urban fast-food stations operating between the conflicting priorities of pragmatic dilettantism and complexity in the tightest of spaces. For the exhibition series of Dornbracht Edges, Mike Meiré curated a total of 12 objects and street kitchens from various parts of the world in the classic White Cube. An exhibition that portrays the sculptural quality of the authentic objects and their cultural identity.
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Global Street Food“ – A project by Mike Meiré
Memories of Bikes Past
Back in Gear
My son and I were in our local bicycle shop getting a bike for him. I saw new bikes all around me and I was amazed at how much they had changed. I scoffed at the complication. Who needs shock absorbers, 28 speeds and a gel seat? Then I realized who – I did. My old bike was willing. I wasn’t able. Soon enough there were two new bikes, one for my son and one for me. Then there was another one, this time for my wife.
What a summer it was. I rode by myself. I rode with my son. I rode with my wife and son. There were long rides and short rides. Rides on the street, rides on the trails. Sometimes I rode because I had to get somewhere, most times because I didn’t.
Time passes and things change. Old can become new again, although sometimes it shouldn’t. Throwing a Frisbee, eating brown rice, reading philosophy? No thanks. Listening to the blues? That never stopped. And now, thanks to an old bike and a new one, I’m a bicyclist again.
I was sometimes tempted to get rid of my old bike rather than cart it from house to house and consign it to a dark corner of the basement. But it meant something to me. I had been proud of it once. I still was. Thank heavens for that. If I hadn’t kept it, I wouldn’t be riding now. Of that I’m sure.
Even though I’ve got a new bike, I’ll keep my old one to remind me of simpler times and big ideas, of all the things that have changed and those that haven’t. Then I’ll get on my new one and go riding.
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Back in Gear / Robert Jones – Globe and Mail Tuesday may 26, 2009
Illustration: Steve Adams for the Globe and Mail
