The way I see it is as Urban Sport, a lot like GeoCaching, which my friends Chris and Larry play almost every day, at least when in town. Trevor took me on a geocaching outing a couple times, once to track down the cache, another time to set up a fresh one, or so I recall.
Food Not Bombs as practiced by our chapter is athletic. Like the Hash House Harriers my dad so loved, mom also a runner, me too when in town. Not the same meaning of "hash" but you're forgiven if you're confused. In that one, a small groups lays a trail, with several false branches, all signified in esoteric chalk symbols. The gang gets unleashed later, and follows the trail like bloodhounds. The routes may be spectacular as the sport lends itself to all manner of topography.
So here you've got a bike trailer, possibly homemade from a ladder, or bamboo. You've got artisans in this sector already, with more ideas in the pipeline. Art trailers. Busking hutches. Would we allow them? Curbside trailers are akin to cars, allowed to park overnight, and why not with sleepers? As usual, the public street and curb are the focus of so many laws, with each "class" fighting for rules perceived to work in its favor. Yet elegant, high powered shows move around in curbside vehicles. Why be too biased against small, fuel efficient, cycle-drawn carriages?
In any case, my trailer isn't looking for a place to park. I got it from the lot. There's a fleet. I'm on duty I signed up for, a workout. This is my time in the "gym of life". I'm on a mission to rescue perfectly fine organic produce of high quality, just inches from the compost machine, in order to feed an ecosystem of community building food awareness activists who enjoy the challenge of taking what they get.
The values are enough congruent with Quaker values (no outward weapons needed, simple rules, plain speech, egalitarian treatment) to lead me to encourage FNBers to just come by any time, pick up some roles in the meeting. There's no requirement to profess lifetime allegiance to some religious denomination in order to walk the talk and speak truthfully of one having committee responsibilities, including clearing others for membership (without being one oneself).
Deciding to "wear the tattoo", to advertise publicly one's allegiance, in reciprocal fashion with a Monthly Meeting, is another service or program we offer, called "membership in the Society" (i.e. Religious Society of Friends). For this role, we don't always self select our most esoteric or nuanced Friends, as their talk may require of them manifold allegiances and obligations, or express itself in principled objections to some status quo among members (slave ownership was at one time divisive). Be that as it may, participation is encouraged, from members and non-members alike.
FNB is similar in offering dramatic roles. It's urban theater. We appreciate our guerrilla chefs, able to turn a combination of dry stores and fresh produce into something delectable. Would that a noob cook could learn in an apprentice capacity. This happens. Many torches to passed. Had I not lost Ninja David's knife set, I might not be allowing a Cutco salesperson into my home tomorrow. By now, I truly appreciate the value of a good knife set. Even if I don't make a purchase, I'll before to remind my fellow urbanites not to "make do" with less than professional cookware, to the extent your budget might afford. Way more important than beer and cigarettes.