Heading down Market Street towards the meeting point for San Francisco's Halloween Critical Mass I spotted Lego. I suppose a Swede would be able to see meatballs at 5 km and a Norwegian could probably smell whale meat at 10, but a Copenhagener spots Lego. [and high heels on pedals at 40 km...]
This San Francisciana had made her own accessories out of colourful Danish bricks and we chatted about it as we rode. I told her I needed some photos and she obliged.
She asked if Lego had a slogan, which they don't, really. But I explained the the name Lego is an abbreviation of 'lege godt' - play well. And that later the founder discovered that Lego was loosely interpreted in Latin as 'I assemble' or "I put together". Which was nice.
She was decked out in Lego accessories and even had a Lego blouse in her bag. Very funkalicious, indeed.
A mid-Atlantic compromise: Lego and heeled boots meets American toe clips and no chainguard.
Continuing the Lego theme, I spotted this chap - on the left - with a Lego mini-figure head rolling down Valencia.
For the record, it's not correct to call them 'legos'. It's just Lego. Like rice. You don't say "I'm going to boil some rices for dinner." There. Got THAT off my chest.
