Marcus couldn’t be happier than scoring a Kozmo messenger bag off of eBay. I’ve seen these treasured bags in Seattle and San Fran. I don’t know more about their history, other than they were used by Kozmo messengers and last forever. I also periodically miss Kozmo and their tragic dotbomb. It sure was nice being able to call someone up to deliver fight club, a bag of chips, a pint of ice cream, and show up on a scooter wearing that cool bag.
There’s a joke in the cycling community that bike shops should include marriage counseling with a bike purchase or even offer up some advice with a cup of joe. Maybe set up a marriage counselor network for all them relationships gone bad when the bike becomes a priority as shown in this photo.
I’d think long and hard about putting my bike on the couch – choose wisely with your bike priorities. Unless of course, I was single and the boys were coming over with a case of beer to admire my new sport utility bike.
I was running errands on Bettie yesterday, dropped off more Clip-n-Seals, then to REI for an order, and rolling through the Stadium District, I passed another Sport Utility Bike.
It was a moment.
He waived, I waived all excitedly, blinged the bell, both smiled, and went about our day on our bikes.