I’ve been researching how to uglify my bike – I have a shiny red, white, and blue (gag) mountain bike, and I don’t want it to get stolen. Chambana isn’t an urban letch, but college towns=stolen bikes.
Although I’ve decided that uglifying might take more than a little duct tape (I’m considering knitting a bike cozy), I ran across a really fun, engaging article/blog post about deciding to be a bike courier. The author used to be a coder, so there’s an element of ‘damn the man’, but in a cube-hater way. Office Space is mentioned.
I’ve been riding more than I have in years, so maybe that’s why I’m so charmed by this little piece of writing. I could see being a bike courier for a while.
Even if you hate being outside, it’s an interesting peek into the life of, as the author states, “two wheels and a meat motor.”