My husband is what I call a “bike brain”. He identifies bike frames on the fly the way I identify birds. It’s impressive. I often receive several bike related links from him each day and I see him longingly reading about the interesting bike cultures in places like San Francisco and, mother of all bike places, Portland Oregon. When he saw that a Tweed Ride was happening here in Seattle it was a bike dream come true. So last Sunday found me dressed up in some second hand digs to get a decent early 20th century tweed-y look and heading off to Cal Anderson Park for the first ever Seattle Tweed Ride.
Over fifty people joined the tea-time picnic and then the slow paced parade like ride from Cal Anderson Park on Capitol Hill to Gas Works Park in Fremont. We got plenty of stares and grins, I guarantee that.
For those, like my husband, who enjoy bike gawking it was heaven. The bikes ranged from modern road bikes to mountain bikes, to fixed gear, to cargo bikes to one vintage European mail bike.
There were lots of fine looking tweed-y ladies and gents, lots of laughs and a good time all around.
Those good times continued on for a number of folks who after gasworks continued the ride to a good British style pub. Mark and I opted out of the pub fun for a leisurely, if long, ride home along the Seattle waterfront where, at Starbucks, the gentleman who made our coffee turned out to be one of our fellow tweeders. Love that small world stuff.
Our ride eventually took us over the West Seattle Bridge and along the west Seattle waterfront where we rode off into the sunset and the peace of our Alki neighborhood.
I’m looking forward to next time already and there’s no doubt that Mark is too – if the permanently plastered grin on his face was any indication.