I have a wild obsession with bikes. Every time I walk by them I frame a picture around it. Then I think about what I could do with the many, many pictures I have of them. I have bike pictures from every place I've travelled. This bike was laying up against Simons (sp?) in sweet sweet Montreal. My Mom and brother's girlfriend took off while I got the shot I was looking for. Upon closer inspection I am still giggling over the dude framed in the brake cord over the handle bar.