Hello my name is…
Brendt Barbur.

Aka…
Brother Brendt.

I was raised in…
The land where everyone is your best friend, but the next time you meet them they forget your name, which is strange because they just told you their whole life story. Northern California is so beautiful, but ever since I moved to the greatest city in the world (NYC, nine years ago), I can’t stop missing avocados, tacos, synchronicity, and the trees.

The reason that you’re reading about me is…
I was hit by a bus riding my bike in NYC. My friends and I wanted to do something positive after this negative experience, so we started the Bicycle Film Festival in NYC in 2001. We had movies, parties, and art shows about all kinds of bikes. Not only did we know everyone on a track bike, we knew anyone on a bike. It’s exciting to see a lot more people on bikes. Now we’re in 17 cities worldwide, with 100,000 attendees.

I work for…
The Bicycle Film Festival staff and bikers everywhere.

But I’d rather be…
Riding my bike.

My most prized possessions are…
Photos of my family. Over a decade ago, a U-Haul truck crashed onto its side in front of my house in San Francisco, erupting into flames and threatening to burn our building. We had to get out. My roommate and I went for the animals and photos.

But I’d give it all away for…
Some new video equipment.

The first thing I do in the morning is…
I try to remember to floss.

The last thing I do at night is…
I always try to brush my teeth.

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is…
California in the ‘70s. Sadly most of you missed that window in time. Northern California was the most beautiful place you have ever seen.

The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen is…
What happened to California since the ‘70s.

I am what I drive, which is…
A Cinelli SuperCorsa.

If you ever see me walking down the street…
You’ll probably see me walking if my bike has a flat tire. Please feel free to take a walk with me.

My most notable run-in with the law
I left my sister’s house in Florence. I was hitchhiking to the south of France, but I somehow ended up in Zurich, Switzerland. I was picked up by three guys who had a passion for weed and were headed the same direction. They generously smoked me out with the deadliest hash, which put me to sleep. I awoke at a train station in an empty car, with no idea where I was. Seconds later I was surrounded by cops. We were all busted for drug dealing. It was like a movie, we were searched and interrogated. Luckily they released me, recognizing that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

If I had to say sorry it would be because…
I didn’t give my all.

I lose control when…
I think I can control everything.

The last time I swore I’d never drink was after a night of…
Getting arrested in a Swiss train station for being a drug dealer.

Future projects and plans…
Producing the Bicycle Film Festival in 17 cities, curating the Joy Ride art show, producing a few movies, learning how to be a businessman, bicycle world domination.

And before I leave I’d like to give a shout out to…
The Bicycle Film Festival international staff and volunteers, 300 strong. One of our main rules is no making-out on the job. I appreciate them sticking with me after that rule.