at the April cicLAvia. This was almost the last photo I took that day, and didn't quite comprehend what I was seeing until they rode past. Yes, they have managed to hook up a manual ice cream maker on the back of that tricycle, and it was cranking away as they rode along. I imagine the ice chest filled with cold goodness of different flavors, shared out at various stops along the route. As much as I listened for the sound of the ice cream truck making its rounds of the neighborhood streets when I was a kid, I imagine this ice cream to be oh-so much sweeter. By bike, naturally.
