More bikes!

Two instances of no-handed amazingness, all in one day. I was more impressed by the guy who was riding a bike no-handed while carrying a box -- a decently sized box, too, and he even managed to turn left (though there may have been a hand touchdown) -- than I was the guy who was talking on his cell phone with one hand and smoking with the other. But when he nearly dropped, then juggled, then caught his cigarette, it made it all OK.

As a bikeless bonus, there was also a maroon limo. Has anyone ever seen a maroon limo? I thought not.

More wheeled fun

We're back to two-wheeled bicycles for the moment because I saw a couple with baskets, and they were snazzy. One was like a grocer's basket at the front of the bike -- oversized, black mesh, nothing fancy. The other was a white wicker one with flowers that looked like it had been pulled off a kid's bike and made to fit an adult's. Both were way cool.

Then there was a police Segway (or some reasonable variation of a Segway) and that was purely amusing.

Unicycle

Walking out of work this afternoon, I was passed by someone on a bike, which is not an odd occurrence. Until I realized that the bike had only one wheel.

And to make matters even better than just the fact that there was a dude unicycling down the street (I say dude, though I'm not sure if it was a guy or a girl -- I only saw from behind, and the hair didn't help), there's this: said dude had a plastic grocery bag in his/her right hand. And that bag contained a frozen pizza.

He/she totally unicycled to the corner store to get dinner. Which rocks.

Chrome

My sister got a new messengers bag for her birthday, and its kind of amazing!

(note the seatbelt buckle!!)

He's mine!

Usually, I just gaze at bike messengers from afar, but today I shared an elevator with one.

I learned that the secret of happy bike messengering is to dress in layers. Especially when you have 11-hour shifts (not fun) and the day starts in the 30s and is supposed to end near the 70s. (It didn't get there, but he had no way of knowing that this morning.)

My bike messenger (yes -- I'm claiming him) had a bag slung across his chest that had a seatbelt, complete with buckle, for a strap. I should have asked him where it came from. Because now I kind of want one.

Balance

Two bike messengers, pedaling down the street with their hands in their pockets. They looked like they were on unicycles (except for that extra wheel).

Go go Gadget wheels!

I saw a guy pedaling through downtown Cleveland on a very tall bicycle -- much like this one. It was a little bit supreme.

But there was no snow -- it was in the 70s yesterday instead :)

Pizza on wheels, plus

I was riding the trolley to a meeting today and got off at E 9th and Euclid. There, in front of the trolley, was a bike messenger (+18 points for starters). He was holding a thermal bag for pizzas in one hand and going in circles in front of the trolley to keep from stopping at the traffic light.

A bike messenger! With pizza! And dizzyness! I enjoyed.

Later (on the way back to the office on the trolley), there was a man in a police uniform with big glasses and a Sherlock Holmes pipe. How often do you see one of those?

The answer, of course, is not often enough.