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Bicycle Diaries Audio Book excerpt

Just a few days after Christmas last year, I was slowly worming my way through the security line at Montreal's airport reading through the last pages of David Byrne's Bicycle Diaries. The first security guard stopped me to ask just one question: "So, you're reading a little Che Guevara?" I smiled. "No, that was Motorcycle Diaries. This is the…
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Justice, or Self-Absorbed Bike Lane-Parking Moron 000000022

This massive hunk of steel, LJ 14-4DB, parked on Kongresni Trg on Saturday 26-April, nearly forced me into a head-on collision. When I was done cursing in about a dozen different languages, I noticed the ticket on his windshield. We'll call this progress, and a minor victory. More about Self-Absorbed Bike Lane-parking Morons here, and don't forget…
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In a few select areas, Ljubljana's bike lanes are quite wide. Wide enough for LJ 91-66F, and other Self-Absorbed Bike Lane-parking Morons like him, to park in quite comfortably. On Trzaska Cesta at about 20:15 in Ljubljana, 06-Apr-2009. More details about this project here, and check out the eponymous flickr group here. Join us, won't you?…
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Little need for sanctimonious excuses for not having posted here in months when I can return with something useful. Spring has sprung, and with it an aggressive hunt for these SABLPMs. This one, LJ 64 V9D, spotted this afternoon at 5:46 on Miklosiceva, hit close to home because it is close to home. More details about this project here, and check…
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Self-absorbed Bike Lane-parking Morons update

Quick update: our fledgling international group is growing by leaps and bounds, with 17 photos from 25 members from about a half dozen countries. Well, everything evolves from modest beginnings. And we even got some press last week in the Slovenian daily, Dnevnik.  Anyway, busy day today dodging self-absorbed bike lane-parking morons. Here's one…
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Thieving bastards.

When my first real bike was stolen when I was eight years old, I lost my innocence. When my bike was stolen last night, I lost my only mode of transportation.…
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