
Thus begins the brief voice-over (in French with subtitles) to Guillaume Blanchet's recent short film, The Man Who Lived on His Bike. The product of more than a year spent biking through Montreal, Blanchet's film is a creative imagining of what it might be like to literally live one's whole life on a bike: sleeping, showering, ironing clothes, frying an egg, washing dishes.
About a week later, I was browsing ads, looking for a part-time job, and stumbled upon a post from the Chicago Messenger Service looking for bike messengers. “Large downtown courier service adding to biker fleet,” the ad read, leaving out the “in the dead of winter” part. Although the weather has been nice the past couple of days, I doubt I would be up for delivering packages and letters at breakneck pace, when the weather could deteriorate at the change of a traffic signal.


An article in Crain's Chicago Business posits the existence of the "Mary Poppins Effect," in which people who dress up a little when they ride their bikes, as opposed to wearing bike or athletic gear, experience better treatment from drivers. "It helps drivers realize bicyclists are people too," Dottie Brackett of Let's Go Ride a Bike is quoted as saying. Other items that may help include helmets and child trailers (even if they aren't being used to cart infants around).

I stopped by the Hideout on the early side Saturday for the Bike Fall festival—too early, as it turned out. It was supposed to start either at 11 AM or noon, depending on which website you chose to believe, but at quarter to 1, things were still being set up and the crowd was pretty small. Eventually John Greenfield sang a few bike-related songs (with some pretty entertaining lyrics), and the Racketeers performed. Now a year old—they celebrated their birthday last week with an alleycat ride/scavenger hunt and party—they're a BMX dance troupe that performs at bike events like Critical Mass and this year's Tour de Fat. Other activities and demos were scheduled for later in the afternoon, with bands and a bike film festival in the evening, but I wasn't able to stick around for those. More Racketeers photos after the jump; all photos by me.
