I was hoping to cut-back on blog post about having a bike from Japan that I roll around with in a small city in Southern Italy, I was almost able to do that until this past weekend. I must admit that my bike is a little goofy looking when taken out of context of Japan and even more so, I must also look a little goofy when I'm riding it.
The bar that serves as a meeting point for me and most of my friends and coworkers has bike parking right in front of the out door seating area, along the sidewalk curb. Usually when I rollup, park my bike and sit down, someone ask "what is that?" And I respond "that's my bike, it's from Japan." And after a few seconds someone looks at me and ask, "why don't you get a normal bike, with larger wheels." In response "It is a normal bike, in Japan." And this answer usually leads to someone telling me something I know about how I'm not in Japan, this is in fact Italy.
For a minute I started to concede that maybe my bike was not cool... Until this past Sunday when I was walking from my apartment to Old Town Grottaglie and noticed some new graffiti.