Yesterday I'm on the bus going home for the day and I see this guy on an extended frame--for lack of a better word--bike riding down Spokane Falls Blvd. He must've been sitting at least six feet high, maybe higher. I wondered how he gets on and off the thing and if he did track stands at red lights. I got answers right away. The light at Main was red and he slowly approached the stopped car in front of him. There was no way he was going to creep along until that long red turned green. He didn't track stand. When he ran out of room, in an uncommon move that would be devastatingly uncoordinated for me, he swung his left leg over and got down on the right side of the bike. He stood there holding the bike up until the light turned green. With the cars behind him I couldn't tell if he ran before putting a foot on the pedal and getting into the saddle or pushed with one foot while one foot was on the pedal. Regardless, it took a little effort to get up but once he did so he was off and running.
I wonder if he has had any close calls with tree branches.