Skitching - It's Timeless

Today on my way to work I got off at Embarcadero BART again. I was thinking about stopping by a downtown store to buy some more pants for work, but I got got up talking to Jeremiah and "Battle Ax" Mike at the statue. One of those clear, blue, perfect days where messengers don't know how good they have it.

I had some time to kill so I rode all the way up market. Chaz, a messenger transplant from Portland, caught up with me somewhere around 1390 Market and we started racing. Dude is fast, [er than me] but he doesn't have gears, so I had the advantage.

I turned up Van Ness and proceded to catch a few different skitches, just for the fun of it, up Van.

Last Sunday I learned that my late Grandfather used to skitch trucks growing up in Los Angeles in the 20's. Pretty stoked about that.

Sign reads: Bicycle Parking Prohibited

I was running late so I decided to get off at Embarcadero, the first place BART stops in the city, and race to work instead of waiting a few more stops which would put me closer to Bike Nut.

Even though I was late, I swung by the statue after running into Kalman of Spirit Courier, on his fixed gear heading the same way.

Biking to work from downtown was invigorating. I may be missing the messenger job less these days but I'm sure as hell loving city car wrestling more.

Plus the skitch I caught from Broadway and Stockton about a quarter of the way into the Stockton Tunnel was grand. 40mph was fast enough in that decaying tube, wearing sunglasses that blinded me. K-dawg from work told me the other day that the tunnel's full of asbestos. Nice.

I've been taking fewer photos since I switched phones.

I used to work for a translation company in Japan where there are a lot of bicycles: