Where Are We Now? Us, On Bikes


by Byron on Jan 09, 2013 at 8:13 AM

Bowie’s latest in a decade with a weird two big heads and a little body thing in a Berlin studio reminded me of the time we rode there. And think he’s pondering how hard it is to tell a story in such a connected world. Maybe who has time for art anymore too, when we’re all showing off our coolest self on social networks, not looking at walls in studios.

Our host for our visit to Berlin was Karl Addison from Partybots and @idrawalot. We rode along the Wall, visited a famous shop, drank beer, and ate.

Berlin fixed

Berlin Fixed

It’s a city I’d ride again and spend more time looking at the art. It’s got more bike lanes than most.

Asked my artist friend Robroy Chalmers to parse the video and he said,

A mass of unrelated objects collected in hopes of finding a purpose juxtaposed with the street films questions art and its meaning, all art not just visual but performing as well, meaning in a chaotic world of hectic routine.

Much like walking into Mark V’s messy corner of the shop and out with a clean, well-functioning bike that’ll takes me places, way out of the routine.

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I too have several memories of biking in Berlin.  Not all of them good unfortunately.  I was on a train from Helmstedt where I was living/working in Summary ‘92 when I decided to take a solo trip to Berlin and bike around on my ‘89 Specialized Stumpjumper (still have it).

I was on an EMPTY train car which I got to by walking through a somewhat empty car before it, wheeling my bike.  I had enough German to know that bikes weren’t allowed on the train but figured I’d pull the dumb tourist card if necessary.  Happily minding my own business in the EMPTY train car when after 40 minutes or so the conductor walks back, apparently tipped off by someone who saw me breaking the rules.  He challenged me good and I did my best to charm him but he wasn’t having it.  Basically said “you’re outta here” and threw me off the train at the next stop!  Hello Potsdam.  Well, kharma worked out because the coolest hostel was there and it rocked.

Biggest memory though was bad.  While riding to the Brandenburg Tor I was stopped at a red light (it’s true) and was back a few feet so I could hold onto a fence and stay clipped in the pedals.  There was this attractive young lady on a dutch bike in front of me waiting as well.  From outta nowhere the big black Benz comes barreling on the SIDEWALK and takes her out and brushes my front wheel back.

I thought for sure it must have killed her but she survived.  I gave a statement to the cops who actually told me what hospital they took her too and I managed to track it and her down the next day to see if she was going to pull through.  She did - so a happy ending but I that will forever be a crazy memory of biking in Berlin.


@ryan awesome and thanks for sharing that.