Living in the Pacific NW has its perks, not the least of which is a very strong biking community and equally strong acceptance of the biking culture (err, annual midnight naked bike ride on Hawthorne Blvd). Hailing from a lifestyle of necessary commute, we, until about 5 years ago, believed that the notion of 5-lane freeways and 2-hour commutes to work were an inescapable part of life. You can undertand, then, why we are so amused by our new found obsession with bikes. Well, at least one of us is very amused; the other one still can't ride a bike without falling into a puddle of water. In any case, this playful bearded Cap by Vik Prjónsdóttir only compounds our obsession. We came across it on Montmartre's Sketchbook.