I lost my phone this morning because women's clothing is horrible and I lost my magic bike helmet.( Cut for ARGH )

And this is why I like sharrows and not bike lanes:

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So my old pink horns finally gave up the ghost a couple of months ago, and I didn't get around to putting my new (bedazzled!) ones on my helmet until the beginning of this month. And it really does make such a difference! Cars are more polite when I'm wearing a ridiculous outfit. Also, they shout ( Read more... )

An interesting article on Vehicular Cycling vs bike lanes/sharrows/infrastructure. One of the commenters nails it, in my opinion, by saying that vehicular cycling makes a bad policy but an excellent style of riding to aspire to. I am a fairly fearless vehicular cyclist when I'm riding -- my commute takes me over an overpass right here on McGrath/O' ( Read more... )

So, it was theoretically my LEAST favorite weather to bike in this morning: 30ish, precipitating, damp enough to fog up my glasses, and windy enough to be unpleasant on bare eyeballs. But in reality I had a lovely ride in. Wearing the perfect clothing made me warm and toasty, which is a good start. The snowflakes were pretty, and not wet enough to ( Read more... )

I'm not doing the gratitude project; I already try to give a lot of thanks to people for being awesome on a daily basis, and I think that I'm in general pretty in tune with the happy things in my life. This morning, though, I'm sort of brimming over with it. Here's what's on my mind, happiwise: ( cut for blah blah me me me blah. do not read if you do not want to hear chipper chipperness. )

Despite my awful (and frankly kind of debilitating) sunburn, dilletante and I managed to get N on the trail-a-bike on Tuesday and out for our first family bike tour ( Read more... )

This is the best simple, straightforward guide about how to safely ride in the city that I think I've ever seen. I especially want to impress #9, subpoint 2 on, like, everybody in the world. Hat tip to coraline.

Also OMG I have horns:

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So, tonight, miz N rules-lawyered me for the first time. The girls were playing at the base of the stairs while starphire and I hung out and watched. S was jumping up and down in a bouncy chair, and N was running about doing, y'know, whatever it is she does, when she got it in her head to go upstairs ( Read more... )

From a photo gallery from last year's BMB ride, here's a visual argument for having a backup bike. Ouch! Yes, that's a crack.

Yesterday, my Nascar-watchin' pickup-drivin' beer-drinkin' nature-worshippin' pagan redneck coworker JD took me mountain bike shopping. JD is crazy - jumping bikes off six-foot drops crazy. I've never been mountain biking in my life, but I had complete faith that JD would know where to go. We ended up at a bike shop in Burlington over lunch break, ( Read more... )