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In spite of this scary screen shot I took of her, Sheila is doing a fine job supporting bike transportation.
Full vid here: YouTube – Baltimore Bikes.
One of David Byrne’s bike racks I spotted in New York three weeks ago. I stood in traffic near Times Square to take what turned out to be a less-than-great photo. I didn’t get to see the others because I didn’t know they’d be out, else I would have looked them up before I left.
I had trouble crossing the roadway in Central Park for all the bike traffic. Now that’s congestion I’m glad to see. The thingy wherein streets were closed happened that day, too. I wished I had my bike with me on my travels.
I was fortunate enough to do some traveling last week for business, the week before for pleasure. I enjoy checking out bike customs in different cities. But I’m too tired to write about them this minute. Or lazy. This is the bike rack at Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts. One of new “life goals” is to use it sometime, which will be different for me, since I usually travel Bruce Chatwin style.
Crated-upon bikes in Harvard Yard in Cambridge, Massachusetts. This is a homage to the milkcrate recently installed on my rack/bike, photos of which will appear one day soon. It is making commuting to my new job much easier, if noisier also.
I didn’t see them get into any U-locks, but this is still disturbing. High-traffic areas might not make a difference. I start at a new office Monday where I have to be…selective about where I lock up. I don’t think I’ll worry about how many people are around now. My cable for locking the wheels to my U-lock is in the mail. And, really, my locked bike was stolen out of the locked bike room in my locked apartment building in Roland Park two years ago. If someone wants it enough, I guess you’re screwed.
I was in New York last week, around these parts, and I saw a lot of the same chains this guy gets right through. Some of them were on really nice bikes, and I wonder what became of them. Still, I saw a lot of those hardened BEEFY chains, which tempt me. But they cost 1/4 of what my base bike cost me two years ago, and they are HEAVY. I mean to do a post about the different locking styles I’ve seen traveling the last two weeks in Boston/Cambridge, New York and Philadelphia. When I download my photos, that is.
[Props and thanks to Gary for the link.]
Orioles pitcher Jeremy Guthrie rides his bike to the ballpark six days a week. Apparently, our home-boys are some serious cyclists.
Fans are accustomed to the players’ lot being filled with expensive rides – sports cars, HUVs, private jets. But you should check out the clubhouse sometime, or the weight room. There are enough bikes parked there to hold the Tour de France. I keep waiting for players to change into yellow jerseys, though that honor probably should be delayed until they’re in first place.
At last count, the cyclists include Guthrie, Luke Scott, Aubrey Huff, Brian Burres, Garrett Olson and Lance Cormier. Nick Markakis dropped out after buying a house in Monkton.
The Orioles might be the only team that has more use for a bike rack than a bat rack.
Read the rest of the story here.
Via Commute By Bike.
If you haven’t noticed the weather has been great. It’s suppose to stay this way until at least Wednesday. Highs in the 80’s and lows at night in the freakin’ 60’s. Anybody interested in going for a evening ride on Tuesday? Same set up, same time, 8ish , Roland park watertower on the 12th of August. We could have a pot luck ride. Sound like fun? Who’s up for it?
Dan gets judged, and people wonder, “My other ride is your mom? What does that sticker say?” He won a light set, patch kit and tire levers. This sticker, which almost made me poop a little:
We had a lot of coffee and some treats before the ride, after some morning riding to and from set-up — on the very quiet and wet streets of Charles Village and Waverly. It was nice to be out without cars like that.
Several dozen people met up at the Watertower for the Tour du Greater Homewood, donned blue shirts made for the ride and turned right onto Roland Avenue. We rode through Hampden, Wyman Park, down the Jones Falls Trail, up Charles Street to Waverly, where we stopped at the Farmers’ Market.
It was a little hot and humid after the early morning storms that woke up everyone in Baltimore at 5:00am. But with water and a leisurely pace, it was cake, baby.
I don’t mean to get all he-manish, but I wanted to ride more. We’ll have to do another group ride soon. Perhaps an NBBB pub crawl or something in a few weeks. We never did have a picnic either.
We rode in the parade afterward, which was awkward because we had to move so slowly. I was kicking myself for not rocking a dress/muumuu. But it was nice to see so many people interested in cycling in this part of the city. Transportation, she is a-changin. We’re lucky to be on the cusp of something like the wave of cycling over-taking all awesome people in Charm City.
More photos here.
Photo Friday: The Team.
A few weeks ago I rode with a friend/co-worker from our work place to his house along his usual commute route. He led the way. We rode along crosswalks (I hate that), we traveled on curbs (I hate that too), we cut through glass strewn alleys (yuck) and over gravelly cut-throughs (whoa). As he rode ahead of me he would announce what was coming up and why we were going that way. “I stop here and go up over the curb and then down that grassy trail- that way we don’t have to stop at the traffic light.” Personally, I always ride on the road with cars so this was annoying.
But our ride was also peppered with stuff like: “See where that pizza place is? That used to be a field with a cool barn in it”, or “right there last week I saw a ground hog with its head in a Burger King bag” and helpful safety advice like “Careful of that manhole cover. It’s got some kind of goo on it that I slipped on a while back.”
After we parted and shouted goodbyes and I got onto the smoother pavement with the cars and the traffic lights and gained some speed, I realized that I had just had a wonderful experience. I certainly didn’t recognize it at the time. My friend had ridden this route day after day, slowly shaping it to his liking, making decisions based on the terrain and colored by his personality. During the ride, I didn’t get any of this.
That little ride meant a lot to me, although I’d probably never ride it again. Ever been on someone else’s route?