I posted a pic of me and a guy who sold tacos de canasta from his old bike in Santa Fe on Facebook last weekend. Here is the whole story:
I have made many friends here in Mexico…both professionally and personally. Relationships and trust mean so much here so when you make a friend…you really get a brother or a sister. Fortunately for me, Gabriel, with whom I have worked with as well, is one such friend. He knows I am a cyclist and that it’s my passion. Especially cycling history as well as how cycling and bicycles play an integral role in a country’s culture, commerce and/or transportation. Mexico, although not entirely bike friendly (watch my youtube vid of my ride home from the office to get an idea of what I mean), has a great eco-bike program and the inner-city and the main agendas are bustling with commuters every day. So, with all of that being said, last Christmas he presented me with the coolest gift. It was a collectible model of a bicycle used to vend tacos de canasta. This bike was a perfect model. Working chain and all. It was also very detailed: Dual cotter pin cranks, big chain ring, pigeon bars, brake bar and all the other stuff…even rubber tires and old steel rims. Just really cool. It was mounted in a glass case. I have it in my office where it is proudly displayed.
I had never seen one of these bikes or these vendors before. Gabriel assured me they existed. Well, until last weekend, I had to take his word for it. On my training ride on Sunday of last weekend, I headed up hill past the Samara mall and there, on the side of the rode, was one of these bikes. The guy was selling tacos to a taxi that had stopped in the street to patronize him. I stopped and snapped this quick picture.
On my way back down this same climb after my ride, I saw an older guy with one of these bikes, catering to a construction site. I seized the opportunity to interact with the locals and get a pic of me with the bike and the vendor. I thought it would be a great shot since I was in race gear and on a mountain bike while he was in regular clothes and standing by his bid from the 70′s. I waited for him to finish selling tacos to the construction workers then I cruised in and asked him if I could get a picture with him. I handed him twenty pesos and I stood next to him. A young construction worker jumped from his truck to come snap the pic…I didn’t even have to ask. I asked him his name (Reynaldo), thanked him and I rode off.
So there you have it…a short, yet very Mexican moment that I will remember for a long time.
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May 4th, 2012
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