You begin noticing them before you reach the beach: The opalescent baby blue cruiser with pink rims and white walls in front of the yoga studio on Main Street, its flip-flop-wearing owner removing her mat from its wicker basket. The matte black and solid chrome cruisers, draped with young men in mesh-back caps clustered outside the local dive on Washington Boulevard. At Windward Avenue an art grrl in thrift-store couture pedals past, a Paul Frank monkey mugging from her bike’s shiny red frame. These days is seems beach cruisers catch your eye everywhere you go in Venice, even at the beach.
