Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Flower.

I was in Baker Park this afternoon, riding the foldy Giant Expressway and I saw this explosive, diaphanous, fuzzy flower plant. Had to stop and take a couple of fotos. Pretty cool, don't you think?

Trail closed. Wet Tar. Come back in 48 Hours.

It can seem a bit longer some days, but my trail through Baker Park measures 6.2 miles.  

The paved surface is smooth and fast -- needs to be in order to support heavy use by bladers, boarders, joggers, bikers, x-country skiers, walkers, birders, doggers and so forth.

Three Rivers maintenance crews take good care of "my" trail.
Only, it was a bit of a bummer today to learn that much of the trail was closed until the fresh tar surface could dry and harden.

I did sneak past the barrier, but stuck to the grass shoulder.  Not the most comfortable ride, but I didn't muss anything up.  

Thank you, Hennepin County, for this priceless resource within a stone's throw from where we live.

Serious Dreads: Brooklyn Dude Sports Major Hair.

Along the East River, on the Brooklyn side, a couple of trips agao, saw sight after sight to delight. A curious and reflective "dread-ster" caught my eye, and the camera obliged.  How long do you suppose this guy's been growing his hair?   Do you think he feels self-conscious?  Probably not.  But me?  Bare on top and thin along the sides?  I could use some of that hair! 

Looking at Manhattan from Brooklyn's Greenpoint.

Young friends of mine reside in a high rise perch in Brooklyn's Greenpoint section.  You can see that the view is breathtaking.  More on that in a minute.

Greenpoint is a typical New York neighborhood: a vibrant melange of age, race, ethnicity, social and economic class, gender, marital status, country of origin, religion (or not), sexual preferences, and on it goes. 

Two blocks west of the apartment lies Manhattan Avenue.  I'll swear that as  many people speak Polish as English.

I might as well be in another country.

I was in another WORLD with this view toward Manhattan.  Across the East River, a dozen miles away, lies the world's most extraordinary city. You can reach out the window and almost touch the  Big Apple.  The air is so clear. Lower Manhattan high rise profiles etched against the sky. The clouds, the pastel colors, the everything.

Could my friends possibly tire of this view? Take it for granted? Be so busy with work and travel, food shopping, catching a cab, making a living and having a life  -- that they miss what for me is a once in a lifetime view?

I remember taking this shot with a point and shoot.  No kidding. The conditions were so right that I couldn't miss. I felt like a pro composing and adjusting, holding my breath and squeezing the shutter.

Hello Manhattan.  Thanks for being there for me on a plu-perfect kind of day. And thank you  J, C + D, for sharing your life, and the Greenpoint vista, with me.

Share a Coke with Ali.

Coca-Cola's new ad campaign and brand positioning is so smart.  And so much fun.     Imagine your name is "Ali." A good friend texts an i-foto of YOUR bottle of Coke, personalized just for you.   And then you MUST go find that bottle and enjoy YOUR special soft drink.  Genius.

This situation really did happen. A lovely woman friend of the Poppy Blog named "Ali" received a text from her college pal and sorority sister, "Kim."  Kim was excited to see Ali's name on a Coke,  while Ali was touched by Kim's thoughtfulness.  Of course the pic and experience had to be shared -- with friends who know Ali and Kim.

Everyone's talking Coca-Cola.  Isn't that what the folks in Atlanta wanted???

Buffalo Soldiers: Buffalo Cyclists, 1897.

Me + Butler in Old Snow Cat, Steamboat Springs, CO.

My good buddy (and highly skilled drive guy) Jim Butler chills at the controls of a classic Snow Cat.  I'm riding shotgun.

The Steamboat Ski mountain no longer relies on this vintage treaded snow machine.  She rests in a place of respect and honor, inviting summer visitors like us to have a seat, and imagine the early days of shushing, rope tows and stem Christies.

Greenfield, Ohio. 2013. Miss Liberty

I don't think this baby would float very long, even if there were a lake nearby.  But the name and Old Glory? Pretty memorable even in this southwestern Ohio front yard.

Rory Wins Open, Shauna Witnesses Golf History Made.

"YES! I can't believe how lucky I got with the weather. It was a great golf day. I walked with Rory a bit, and Phil's group, saw a lot of Justin Rose and Adam Scott's group, sat in a few of the grandstands (nice breeze at the tops of those - and I had great binoculars so those were good vantage points), got a little sunburned, and probably walked about 10 miles without my feet getting tired. I'm gonna do it all again if the Open goes to Royal Portrush in 2019! 

See you on the tenth tee, right after the turn, and we can talk more about the 2014 Open  - Shauna"

FOTO:  Zack Johnson, Martin Kaymer, and Jason Day on the 13th tee. I really liked this little grandstand, you could see a big wind farm out in the water to the left, along with a couple islands.

French Best-Seller, Renault "Dauphine"

My neighbor and world traveler Jim H has added "French Classic Car Shopper" to his resume.

My inbox today contained this supremely cool foto of an early-series-run "Dauphine," manufactured by Renault in France.  The model year might be 1956.  Judging by other mid-Century classics on the lot, this could be a car show or weekend swap meet.  Makes me wonder whether old Jimmy took the Renault home after a test drive, or threw down his Euros instead for the Citroen 2-CV immediately behind the Dauphine. 

Checked "Dauphine" out on Wikipedia.  France's rear engine, air cooled, rear-wheel drive contribution to the post-War economy car market on the Continent, which was dominated  by FIAT and VW.  All three manufacturers exported to the U.S. at the time.  VW has served the market here all along. FIAT has returned.  Renault (partly owned I believe by Nissan) is re-considering.

Life is a Wheel - You Must Read Bruce Weber's Book.

Say you like to read. And/or you're a cyclist. Adventurer.  Seeker of truth, wisdom and spiritual insight.  And you've hankered to make a cross-country journey on two wheels and under your own steam.  

Then, here's YOUR book.

I just finished Life is a Wheel by New York Times writer Bruce Weber.  When you, too, read it, I think you'll be inspired, elated and uber-connected to this guy, his trip, his trans-continental introspection and reflections, his life.

What I really mean is:  wow. Thanks, Bruce, for the profound effort and, since I read the review in a bicycle magazine, thanks to "Adventure Cycling" for the intro.

Let me quote from publisher Scribner:  "Part travelogue, part memoir, part romance, part paean to the bicycle as a simple mode of both transportation and self-expression -- and part bemused and panicky account of a middle-aged man's attempt to stave off, well, you know -- Life is a Wheel is an elegant and beguiling escape for biking enthusiasts, armchair travelers, and any readers who are older than they were yesterday."

Here's a REAL "Kombi." James T has the back story.

My friend and sharp-eyed Poppy Blog habitue, James T,  knows a VW "Kombi" when he sees one.

"Seth... I see in PVV you had a VW Combi back in the 60s. Well this "Kombi" (so called because it was actually a flat bed pick up when the sides and tail gate are folded down) belongs to the guy that did the tilework in our bathroom. Caught it in dappled light under our live oak in front of the barn. Once you spot one of these oddballs, you start to see them all over town. Popular among tradespeople, former hippies, and VW collectors."

Third Thursday Bike Nite @ Mpls Art Institute.

Whole lot of velo fun tonight at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts.  This is my much-anticipated visit to the annual bike-a-bration, and, as usual, I was not disappointed.

Passed up the Summit on draft  (one of the participating sponsors) for a Dogwood iced coffee, Zamboni Filtered -- you can see "the guys" in one of the shots.  

Plenty of handmade bike art.

And, at the main entrance to MIA velo volunteers rubbed pastel chalk on tires, front and rear, so bikes could make their own art statement as they made their grand entrance. 

VW Kombi (?) : Zero-to-Double Nickel in 11 Seconds.

I had a '63 VW bus, not unlike the one in this foto. Mine was green and white, slow but steady, prone to lane drift when cross winds were strong.

At the time of ownership there was no bumper sticker to slap on announcing pick up and top speed.  I think everyone knew the VW story back then.

This classic is similar to the model I owned, and around the age of my beauty.  Seems to be tricked out for camping, but it's no Westfalia with the pop-top option.

You don't see a lot of these (this one was parked in the Linden Hills neighborhood of Minneapolis). Glad to have come upon it.

St. Paul's Grand Avenue Mural Art.

This one I like very much.  Took the shot in St. Paul, right off Grand Avenue, and not more than a block or so from Macalester College.  Young couple crossing street, gorgeous mural art behind them, and oblivious to any local traffic, as well as stealth photographer.