Hey to my roots radical people,
Maybe you can help me crack a tiny mystery --
Today I picked up my friend Joon at her clothing design company in
SOMA and we xtracycled downtown to a good sandwich shop, where she
psychoanalyzed me for most of lunch (the prognosis aint good).
Anyway, we rode back to drop her off at her work, at 7th and Brannan
and just as I was saying goodbye, some tall blonde woman from inside
a dark red Saab 900 shouted from across the street: "Is that an
xtracycle?" I shouted "Hot diggity dawg diggity, it sure is!" It
looked like she wanted to say something else, but she decided to roll
the window and drive off.
Who was that mystery woman? Are we simply becoming a cultural