“The only thing I need money for is vinyl, bikes and travel.” Balanced between naïveté and wisdom, between unemployment and another barista gig, between fixed gear and free wheel, his smile reflects the joy of limbo.
His Friday night consists of a seven-mile ride from Oakland, free nachos on Telegraph and a warehouse party, a stretch from his boarding school on the east-cost.
Self proclaimed composer with no instruments, student with no school (“Ya know, whit the state budget cuts and all”) he has been riding bikes so long he actually needs to pause and reflect when I ask him.
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