My Sunday bike group has a couple little factions in it, but the longer I spend with them, the more their bike-nerd affiliations become apparent. There's the people sporting the caps and vests of the bike shop in Seattle we ride out of, the people who wear spandex and the people who don't, but the one group it took the longest to figure out were the Tokyo bike shop devotees. When I asked my mechanic buddy Steve Gadingan about this shop, Blue Lug, he said, “They're like the kids with all the toys, but they know what to do with them.”A bike-manufacturer acquaintance once referred to them as “maybe the best bike shop in the world,” and with a trip to Tokyo in my calendar, I knew where I'd head upon landing. Little bikes, folding bikes, ugly bikes, seas of parked bikes in giant bike lots near train stops and on the ground floors of apartment buildings. Riders floated in lazy circles waiting for a train to pass through an intersection.