He’s Bay biking to the bone.
Not spandex clad entitlement; not fixed-gear fashionista; not even “gave up my car” commuter.
He’s never known the indulgences of personal petroleum powered transportation.
He runs a bike valet operation out of a shop in Oakland.
“Seemed like a good way to help people who weren’t driving.”
He’s sporting the wariness of a man who just had to ask his sister if he could borrow her bike because his was stolen (U-lock and all) from the S.F. BART station.
“Strangest feeling, you think, ‘I guess I parked it somewhere else.’”
It’s ‘us vs. them’
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