Joyful advance people and bike rack. (Or snow fence.)

Today's post doesn't so much feature bike rack as the main attraction, but serves as an accent for advance people enjoying the moment.

To the left is my very dear, darling Z. Javaid, who is celebrating not only a very large, very perfectly framed flag (god help us, but that's a whole other blog just waiting to happen) but a successful trip in Las Vegas. Framing her perfectly timed jump is some all-American bike rack.

Next up is A. Evans and J. Quinn, and while no bike rack is in this photo, they are frolicking through Cleveland, Ohio, happy as clams (if clams could skip, hold hands, and wear clothing). Pretty awesome. I am including it here not only because I find this shot to be full of happiness and life, but also because the hint of snow fence (a distant cousin of bike rack) really adds a shot of color.

For happy shiny Advance people holding haaaands....FOUR bicycles out of four.

Bike rack and a Burt Bacharach hit in San Jose, California

(For the original Diane Warwick hit, you can listen along here.)

Do you know the way to San Jose?
I've only been once, so I'd probably lose my way
Do you know the way to San Jose?
I'm going back to find some bike rack in San Jose

S.J. has a great big airway
Put a plane down near and far
In a year, maybe two, they'll get to a star
Years turn over slowly, how they never lack
And all the bikes that never left
Get racked and locked to this bike rack

Do you know the way to San Jose?
A. Evans does, she showed me this is where she stayed
She wasn't born and raised in San Jose
But she went to find some piece of (bike) rack in San Jose

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Bike rack and more at Moffett Federal Airfield. And now I have this song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!!!

For bike rack that looks like it regularly just racks...bikes, but is kind of a curious combination of stationery rack and the moveable barricade...TWO bicycles out of four. Mostly for the ambiguity. And because I will be wandering around now like a freak singing a song from the 1960s. (La la la la laaaa la la....oh man.)

Also, a shout-out to my sister of the traveling (red) pants, A. Evans. I heard she likes to dance.