Summer is creeping up on us like nobody’s business and I’m trading in my jumpers for light tunics and bold denim. I really don’t have a fear of getting gross and grimy and so I prefer to bike everywhere…as do my crazy friends, even when the sun is out and we’re sweating bullets. I mean, come on, my tunic already has plenty of holes and I do have troubles keeping my jeans clean, but when you’re lying in the grass and hitting the pavement, you’re bound to get dirty. Over in Philadelphia, I stole my friend’s mint green Schwinn, which at first, had completely flat tires due to a year of sitting in the garage. After a quick fix at the local bike shop, we ended up spinning all the way to the art museum. Ending the day in a sun coma is the absolute best.