tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682899986857040901.post8742440708098650261..comments2023-07-01T10:21:32.918-05:00Comments on Chicargobike: Our favorite rickshawChicargohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03166650767505966551noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682899986857040901.post-39829311414807366842011-05-08T22:00:27.547-05:002011-05-08T22:00:27.547-05:00Very sweet. I will keep my eye out for her. The gu...Very sweet. I will keep my eye out for her. The guys just love to see rickshaws for some reason. A yellow one passed us today and stopped to visit on his way to Wrigleyville. Funny how people carrying bikes seem to belong together. He said he wants a box bike to carry his daughter. Just wait till we fill this city.Chicargohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03166650767505966551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7682899986857040901.post-25698277804136512652011-05-08T20:49:21.351-05:002011-05-08T20:49:21.351-05:00There's a red one ridden by a young lady that ...There's a red one ridden by a young lady that lives in Logan Square by the monument. I had seen her chauffeuring tourists about on Mag Mile one day while running errands and then caught up with her later that evening riding home on Armitage and California. I was riding the bucket bike and here we were, two across, at the intersection. I always wave by faster cyclists and when the light turned green we both insisted that the other was faster. It isn't often that I come upon a cyclist that I'm faster than, so that made my day.Ashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12340920411498031715noreply@blogger.com