Mission Mission

Valencia Street is currently masquerading as a utopian state of bikes, children, bongo drums, and food trucks, and it’s your last chance to enjoy it until next season. Not to mention it’s 80+ degrees out right now, so come out and soak up what could very well be the last slice of our Indian summer!

Also, Mission Bicycle is giving out free bike check ups right now!

Artcrank, the “poster party for bike people,” goes down tonight at 7pm at 111 Minna. Keep an eye out for works by Mission denizens Meghan Newell and Lil Tuffy Tuffington among others. Further details:

We’ll have a special deal on Widmer Brothers beer and ARTCRANK glasses to benefit the mighty San Francisco Bike Coalition — the largest city-based bicycle advocacy group in the nation.

And this just in: CHROME is putting together custom messenger bags with designs by ARTCRANK artists that will be raffled off at the show, with all of the proceeds going to support the SFBC.

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Hmmm, maybe that’s more of an eliptical machine than a cycling contraption, but in any case, someone is very concerned with their fitness.

Previously:

Bicycle Thief or Bicycle Enthusiast?

Street Justice

Now with more gender-specific curses than ever before!

(Thanks Christian!)

Our buddy Jeff Seal just made this:

A delite-ful picture film full of fun and folly. It stars a Brooklyn ‘bicycle messenger’ and a mysterious lovely lady! Will he be able win her over or will he be stopped short by the gypsy’s curse? Running time: 14:43. Rated PG-13 for magic, unsafe cycling, and adult situations.

Get ‘em while they’re hott! Available now at Pushbike.

[via Pushbike on Facebook]

Lesson learned. From now on I’m keeping my bike under my pillow while I sleep.

This bike belongs to SFist summer intern Andrew Dalton! Bummer! I think he lives above the Popeye’s on Divisadero, so keep your eyes peeled if you’re up thataways this afternoon? (Or if you’re anywhere, really?)

A few other cyclists passive aggressively (but not unwarrantedly) whizzed past within inches of hitting them, but they didn’t get the message. They just hung out.

According to the New York Times, fixies have just made their way to Paris. And apparently, Parisians are less snobby about them than we Americans:

In contrast with the hipper-than-thou attitude often associated with the bikes’ American acolytes, fixie riders can rightly be said to have a convivial scene in the French capital, where the bikes are as much activity as social marker. Despite the haughtiness for which this city is renowned, the community that has developed around them is uncommonly inclusive.

“There isn’t that element of snobbishness,” said Bruno Zuzzé, 33, the genial founder of Surplace, a come-one-come-all fixie club that organizes frequent group rides. Fixie owners often salute one another on the street, “like motorcyclists, back in the day,” he said.

Maybe we should all start high-fiving and fist-bumping one another on the street.