When too clean is a bad sign

See how this bike rack is clean and perfect?
It's not banged up. It doesn't have a rusty bike skeleton chained to it.
It doesn't have a hint of spray paint or a faded sticker.

It's brand new and shiny.


While it's nice to see this, and the other plentiful perfect racks, I am reminded of this. Arkansas ranks the lowest of the states in bicycle commuters.

Sad! But hopefully, it will get better.

Sorry for the trash can, but take pleasure in the extremely clean small town feel.




I rode about one whole mile to see Harry Belafonte speak at the end of a screening for a documentary about his activist life. It was really wonderful. I had no idea what a major role he played in the civil rights movement.

Is it a bike date if you only go one place?

Thursday night I had the first-time experience of biking in a Peter Pan collar. It flew up and tickled my neck all the way downtown to the Wild Project on East 3rd street.

We saw a great show put on by Amber Smith and Bridgette Everett. This was our 2nd Bridgette show in about a week. I'm a proud fan. Their show was called "Fuck! We love our Cuntry!" and they did country songs. We loved it. Bridgette threw cans of beer into the audience.

I had to take Matt a casual shirt again. He had an undershirt or a dress shirt, so I brought him an in-between shirt.


And this was my outfit - his visibility through American Apparel hot pink corduroy shorts.


These little vans were a great purchase. They're called Hemp Palisades, and they are fantastic little bike or NYC walking around shoes.

Peter pan collar shirt with hearts as polka dots from H&M the other day. American Apparel Unisex West Coast Corduroy shorts in Deep Pink. Neon! Pink L.A.M.B. bag in the bike basket. Bern Watts helmet as usual.