Keeping It Local with Low Carbon Emissions: Biking to the Chandler Jazz Festival

"Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live." 
-- Mark Twain, Taming the Bicycle

Sometimes in the evening I get home from my commute and flip on the MacBook to check on the world.  In case anything has changed in an hour.  This is because I don't have an iPhone that lets me do this crap while I'm driving. Poor me, I'm so uncool.

But on the upside, I develop a good skill in dodging these people who hold their my-phone-is-smarter-than-your-honor-student phones down on their laps as they steer with their knees - seeing as the thumbs are busy right now, thank you much.

Modern American Rule #1: The road is no place for a person who's paying attention.

Let alone one who's on a bike.

And so what kind of ignorance lets me attach a trailer to my bike, strap my child in it and then ride on down these same roads where, evidently, internet service is better than in most people's homes?  Bliss.  I guess.

Anyway, on one such recent night when I was checking up on this zipping-by world, little Chloe wobbled over to my position on the couch, placed her little hands on my knees, looked up at me, and went, "wook at pichurz! wook at pichurz!" which means, "Put me on your lap and open up Apple Aperture and lets review our short lives together, Papa.  Hurry up before I turn 15 and hate your guts."

I don't know why, but these pictures have been hiding from me.  The Spring of 2008, when Chloe was just about 8 months old, we bicycled to downtown Chandler to enjoy the Chandler Jazz Festival.  We packed a blanket, some plastic toys and some snacks, then pedaled on down the road in the late afternoon to enjoy an evening of wine, women and song (more like beer, family, and jazz, but whatever). You can thank Chloe for helping me find these pictures for you. Bright kid, that one.  What a fun evening that one was . . .