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[5 of 10.] Swooping into the Bay Area, we find our Island and Chocolate friends and the kids start playing hard with their long lost buddies.
I found and bought a few of my beloved fresh figs at the daily farmer’s market at the Ferry Building by the water downtown. Oooh, now there’s a “bread of life” type of food-fruit. It feels like it has everything going on.
We visited Japantown in San Fran like we did 6 years ago and found it just as charming. Darn, I like their magazines. And the kids love their toys.
Japanese bike mags seem inclusive of all bike culture, especially citybikes, minivelos and folders…and bike fashion. They also appreciate bike heritage, celebrating vintage bikes in every issue. Creativity gets respect, too, as “makeovers” are regularly featured. And something tells me they didn’t just start doing this.
Girls and women in their media show a lot of leg but at the same time they shown being bold and on equal footing (at least) with the guys.
I really like the bikes, motorcycles, cars, and boats of the Bay Area. But what’s not to like? There’s everything. But in particular it seems that human-scale, vintage, homebrew styling gets heaps of respect and display. Character is probably always appreciated around there. There’s a niche for everything, sure—but distinct character of whatever type seems to be a strong, steady player.
Dang, that Richmond Bridge is a scary one, to me. It’s so narrow, high and arching over the Bay. Yikes!
Here are a few pics…
A Jack Chick tract shop, for real. With prophecy posters.
Trashy fixie, carbon.
Burnished Vent Noir fixie.
Fixie couture.
Pidgie tracks.
Fancy outfits.
Shop window at the “clothes by the pound” vintage shop.
Luchador! (Henry got a present…)
Window in a skateboard shop…
Graffiti alley. Oh yeah!
It’s all about the pants.
The back of a Japanese toy box…
Sushi boat…in Japantown.
Hipster citybike in Berkeley clothes shop window. (Bikes rule!)
The venerable Buena Vista near Fisherman’s Wharf. Good for an Irish coffee. The table seating is public, so just pull up a chair if you see one and say Hi to whoever’s there.
I have a soft spot for nifty motos. SF was full of hot, old, vintage and everything else.
