The Digital Cobbler

I finally went to San Francisco. Wow. It’s a cool place. Even only being there for less than four days, I can see that this is a very cool unusual city. Of course, my experience there is far from ordinary.

I stayed in a really nice hotel for a bargain price (courtesy of friends and their hotel-points-plan). We had “happy hour: at a cool bistro and then really nice dinner at a nice restaurant followed by late-night drinks in a dark little bar. The next night, cocktails at a very quiet, dark bar, really nice dinner at a Really nice restaurant. What did we do the night after that? Why, cocktails at a fancy tourist bar followed by a not-quite-so-expensive dinner at a french cafe. That bargain price at the hotel? Well, I guess we spent the savings on food and drink.

Don’t get me wrong, we did lots of walking, sightseeing, and shopping during the (daylight) hours in between but next time I go to San Francisco, I might just have to go a bit further afield.

I guess I’m going through a phase for cycling caps (aka Biretta). Last Christmas there was my favourite winter cap made by a guy in Vancouver . I wrote about it here. Then I got one in Copenhagen from Cykler Schroeder that I wore during Cycling for Libraries (when it wasn’t raining & cold). Then last week I got another one from the Giro di Burnaby.

Then last weekend at the Vancouver Folk Fest I came upon a booth run by these guys who had a couple dozen charming, nifty, made in Vancouver cycling caps. I bought a nice houndstooth linen one with a racing stripe. Note that these are a completely separate group of cottage-industry cycling-gear makers than the guy who made my winter cap (see above).

And then, just today, Youtube offered to show me, apropos of nothing, this video. It must be fate.

I guess, if there was still any lingering doubt, this is enough to convince me that regular urban cycling is going full-on mainstream in this part of the world. Nothing new here in this article, by the way, the interesting to see it in the Globe, nonetheless.

Just had to link to this: Frances Bula’s interesting take on car free precincts in the Italian tourist towns (along with the usual interesting-but-all-over-the-map discussion that her site engenders (and much of which I haven’t yet read).

Photo by Anne Katrine Harders

I’m going to have trouble properly describing riding in Berlin. Berlin is extremely cool and Berlin bike riders are numerous and of every description. I rode from my hotel on the edge of Kreutzbeg as far south as Freie Universitie Berlin in Dahlem in the southwest and up to Prenzlauer Berg in the northeast: a big chunk of this territory I rode with Hal Loewen. We went fast and tried to learn from the locals. We also learned that motor traffic, while it’s heavy and runs at close quarters, is not threatening. Motorists seem accustomed to operating with bicycles among them and they always leave enough room and yield to bikes when crossing bike lanes.

They have lots of separated bikelanes here but it’s a bit of a trick. Berlin was built with many boulevards with wide sidewalks. To a great extent the bikelanes are simply a 1 metre portion of this sidewalk. This puts bikes into a conflict with pedestrians while leaving cars unimpeded. Well, sometimes it does. Where there are no wide sidewalks available they will certainly paint bike lanes on roads and re-stripe the traffic lanes to accomodate them. In many places, the painted bike lanes turn into separated bikelanes at intersections and there are many cyclist-specific traffic lights. At any rate, it all works to some degree or other. It’s nowhere near as completely thought-out as Copenhagen and our friend Rasmus reminded us regularly that Berlin hadn’t really figured it out yet.

They do, however, have a nifty bike-route finder.


What can we learn from this in Vancouver? I’m not sure I know enough history about the development of riding in Berlin. I don’t know if they, essentially started from a clean slate after the wall came down, for example. However, a dense route network is certainly part of the solution. Berlin, while being extensively built up, is not a compact city and not necessarily a dense city but their cycle route network is quite densely laid out, which means that you don’t usually have to go far from any given location to get onto a route. This is a lesson to offer Vancouver. Another lesson might be that we also have a few grand bouevards. Why, for example, is there no separate bike lane on Pacific Blvd? That street ROW must be 100 ft. wide.



We have a lot of work to do but it’s good to see a large city like Berlin with cycling development and features that we can work towards. One of the problems of constantly using Copenhagen as the ideal cycling city is that it’s development is so far ahead of ours, it’s not easy to always see what steps we should take next. With Berlin, the differences are easier to bridge: with more cycling routes to densify the network and with more separated bikelanes wherever we have right-of-way width, we can start to close the gap.

I’ve been on an amazing  adventure over the past couple weeks. During that time I went CYCLING in COPENHAGEN!! It was outrageously cool. I blogged about it over at Philiphall.ca but now it’s time to bring the cycling posts back here. More to come about cycling in Berlin. Yes, BERLIN TOO!!

So I got two hats for Christmas. One is made by Kangol and one is made by Cima Coppi. As I started taking off the tags I was struck buy all subtle differences in packaging and brand-differentiation and how these two companies communicate to their customers through the tags and labels they put on their hats.

The Cima Coppi hat says nothing on the outside. On the hat band, as you can see in the picture: a simple stamp that has a logo and says: “cima coppi HandMade in Vancouver Canada”. There’s a tag attached that says exactly the same thing (I’m assuming it’s the same stamp) with the size M handwritten on it. I’ve also shown a picture of the reverse of the tag where you can see, in addition to the retailer’s price tag, another handwritten note: “100% recycled wool - handwash cold”.

Compare this to the Kangol cap:

The Kangol hat has a catchy Kangaroo logo that’s embroidered into the back of the hat and printed on most the labels and tags. It has a large lable printed onto the inside (you can see it in the picture). That label states that it’s “100% pure new wool in three languages and gives washing instructions and says “Designed in Britain”. Another label at the back of the band gives the size, model number (I assume), origin (China), size, and a few other details. A second label at the back says “Kangol Founded 38.83 Blue”. I think Blue is the model name of this cap.

It has a set of three removable tags. One is clear plastic describing, sort of, the origin of the company: “Founded 38.83  - Born British ‘38 but raised on the streets of New York ‘83″. A second tag is a ribbon with the Kangol logo and “Blue”. The third tag says: “Blue is unwaveringly true to the original ethos of the Kangol brand. Quality, value and unquestionably good product. No matter how the world changes these values won’t.” I have to admit, when I see little statements like this, I imagine the marketing consultants and company executives sitting around a sleek board room with large corplast boards on easels gazing at mockups and talking about the deep psychological buttons they’re trying to push and I wonder, don’t they realize that the more resources they pour into this kind of thing and more slick and “retro” they make it look and sound, the harder it is for them to overcome the powerful discrepancies between their labelling and Cima Coppi’s and what that says to me about the overall quality and authenticity?

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. They’re both nice hats and generous gifts.

This is the second in a irregular series of articles I plan to post about our trip to Italy this past summer. Although, you might notice, if you read them, that they are as much about urban life here in Vancouver as they are about what I saw and did in Italy. However, if you agree that one of the singular values of travel is what it teaches us about ourselves and where we’re from, then please read on.

In Italy a “coffee” is an espresso. They only call it “espresso” on their sandwich-boards in the most touristic areas. Otherwise, if you ask for “espresso” they might look at you with rolled eyes. They’re probably thinking “what do you *think* this big chrome machine on the counter is for?” That espresso won’t be expensive, either. It should only cost 80 or 90 eurocents as long as you stand up at the bar. If you sit down, particularly in tourist areas, it’ll cost twice as much or more.

An awful lot of North American writing about Italy and Italian coffee is along the lines of “the coffee is way better than what you get at home”, but if you live in Vancouver (or (probably) in the centre of most of the other progressive cities on this continent) your Italian espresso is quite possibly not the best coffee you’ve ever tasted or even close to it. I’m lucky to work in an area with some of the best coffee I’ve ever come across. Two or three of the coffee bars I can walk to from my office will reliably draw for me an espresso that’s better than anything else I’ve tasted.

But, that said, I can see where the travel writers get the idea that Italian coffee is so good.  Most of the coffee you can get in downtown Vancouver and which most people seem to be drinking just isn’t that good. The big coffee-chains use beans that are too bitter for a good espresso. I suppose they are optimized for heavy creamy lattes and from what I can tell, that’s what the overwhelming majority of customers order there. Many of the small independent cafe’s I’ve been to are, unfortunately, not turning out very good coffee either. I’ve heard it said that small local cafes are often “$250,000 qualifying- businesses” run by entrepreneur-class immigrants. They may well have a passion for business but not necessarily a passion for drawing a good espresso. I realize I’m tarring these folks with a broad brush but I don’t think the majority of them whose coffee I’ve tasted are dedicated to producing exquisite espresso, and it shows.

So, the coffee impression in Italy isn’t necessarily that it’s the best espresso but it is that very good espresso is not a hit-and-miss proposition and you can get it for cheap. And cheap anything is hard to come by in Italy.

There is also a strong cultural identity in Vancouver and Italy related to the design and atmosphere of cafes, but I’m going to discuss that in a future post about design.

The White Package

These tourists, on their way to see the library, I presume, are breaking two of my cardinal rules for not being marked from blocks away:

1. Don’t wear bright colours.

2. Don’t dress up in the same thing as your travelling partner.