How many of us have passed by a stranger on the street or sat near a person on a bus or a train so many times but we’ve never really known much more about that person than the judgments and stories we’ve created in our heads? For some Bostonians, this documentary makes that introduction. The film does a lovely job of introducing Louie the bike rider and shows you his passion for one thing — riding bicycle.

If any of you Bostonians see this, comment or drop us a line if you recognize Louie. I’d love to hear what you think.


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I have not owned a car in about 6 years, my trustworthy Honda Accord having given up the ghost at about 375,000 miles.  Subsequently, I have used my bicycle (now bicycles) as my primary mode of transport, which included riding through two Canadian winters (albeit, relatively mild winters).  Now, here in Austin, TX, I ride upwards of 100 miles per week, currently in the blazing Texas summer heat.  Riding for me is not an activity. I would not consider myself a bicycling "enthusiast" -- okay, maybe I am.  Bicycling is certainly not something I am "into" (and therefore may grow out of.  Rather, it is something I have done all my life, and would like to continue to be able to do so because it is in some way part of who I am.  On a somewhat philosophical level, it does slow things down.  It requires planning.  Shopping for groceries becomes something of an exercise in discernment.  To be sure, I have yet to discover the limits of bungee cords.  I have carted 40-pound bags of birdseed on a wing (so to speak) and a prayer, but with out much ado.  I admire Louie for his tricycle as being an extension of his life, and I am grateful for those who work with him in a very charitable, kind and personable manner.  Here's to Beantown!  

The first few seconds of this movie brought back a flood of memories for me. That distinctive "Move!" was something I heard everywhere during the many years I lived in Boston. When people say he gets around they are not kidding. I know that my friends and I always had affection for him as a fixture and a constant but I never spoke with him. Mostly because he was flying by me. It is such a pleasure to learn something of his life.
 

Oh, reading this makes my day! There are a whole list of unnamed characters in my life that I wish I knew more about. Did you know what he was saying when bicycling past you?

I think it took me a few years to translate it to Move! I also remember that people thought he was using sonar. One thing that may not come across is how loud he is. You could hear him coming from a couple of blocks away.I worked in Back Bay and lived in Cambridge and it would amaze me that I would see him near my house and near work, sometimes on the same day. I've shared this on my FB page and many of my old friends from Boston are remembering their interactions with Louis, including  those that were couriers or worked in bike shops.

Nicely said, Laurie. Thank you.

Really lovely documentary.  I work in Boston's Back Bay, and often see Louie on my walk back home to Cambridge at night.  What a gift to learn a bit more about his life. 

And a very special thanks to the bike shop who shows him such kindness. 

There is spirituality in so many things in life.