GLOBE BIKES.
I recently came across GLOBE via September’s Monocle, p 74 (more on that in a later post).
(images courtesy of Globe Bikes)
They are a squeaky new company based in Santa Cruz and are at the forefront of the revamping that’s going on in many US cities to try and encourage cycling. “Initiatives such as taking cars off streets in downtown Manhattan, building upscale showers for bike commuters in Chicago and bike-sharing schemes in Washington DC have helped but the bigger question remains: does the US have the right bikes for the job?” Enter Globe Bikes. Lightweight and made complete with load-carrying features, they are inspired from “delivery bikes in China to street bikes in Copenhagen to the post-war porteur bikes in France.” These utilitarian bikes go on sale this month on their website (which is also really well designed).
“Globe is a brand of bicycles that have the unique ability to become an extension of people’s lifestyles and personal tastes rather than simply a piece of sporting equipment. The products are inspired by and designed for urban cyclists, commuters, city dwellers, the progressively minded and the eco-conscious. This stand alone brand has been created by Specialized Bicycle Components, which has a long history of providing the best cycling products in the world.”
October 1st, 2009 at 9:05 PM
No one has commented yet, and comments are fine. Especially mine. So… yeeeah. I didn’t read the post. I’m not a bike person. I liked the pictures though. You know what photo you should take when you have a chance? One of me showing off my super powers!
–jumps up, lands with hands on hip–
Damnit. There was supposed to be music playing. WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS INEXCUSABLE MALFUNCTION?!
Let’s try again.
–jumps up, lands with hands up in pose of triumph!–
Um.
–starts humming something that sounds suspiciously like the “Scrubs” theme song–
Who goes there! Halt! I have a loaded weapon!
–holds up a half-eaten banana–
–starts shooting and making firing noises–
Blast, where is my cape? *I was supposed to have a cape.* A shiny red one like Superman. Not a lame one like the black wool ones the cape people at my dorm wore (YES OH MY GOD FOR REALSIES THEY WORE CAPES EVEN IN AUGUST THEY WERE SO WEIRD –gasp– Do you think they were vampires? Like in “Twilight”? No, that couldn’t be right. Vampires are excessively attractive (at least according to the book, but I was NOT pleased with the casting selection for Edward. Please, I had poos that were more attractive than him), and the cape people were more on the unfortunate-looking side of things)).
Speaking mysterious and unfortunate-looking, John Moore called. He just wanted to let you know he read the newest Harry Potter book in exactly four hours and hour minutes. And that his hair is far longer, silkier, and greasier than yours. He tried to do a fist bump, but there were no takers. So he fist-bumped himself. I blinked at him. He disappeared immediately, thus proving once again my power of snark.
–disappears in a cloud of glitter and ridicule–