Every week I bike down the block to get food. And every week, because I live in Pittsburg II: the Legend of Curly's Gold, this is some kind of bizarre challenge. And not like the challenges of
Santa Barbara that you could plan for like you're trying to speed-run a Mario level, but social challenges that are inherently irrational and unpredictable.
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I'm suspecting there was more cursing when he hit the flat and discovered it looked like we had gophers burrowing through the asphalt.
there's a reason the bike shop that's one block away tells people NOT to come down that street.
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So yeah, I don't like other cyclists much… but still moreso than invisible nighttime ninja-costume pedestrians. In the bike lane.
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We have no bike lanes, and the shoulders are...iffy... at best so the bike shop actually has a bike caravan from the train station at rush hour where all the cyclist travel as a pack. MUCH safer to get them out of downtown area. then the split to minipacks as they scoot off into the residential areas. But the train station is right next to a major state route, so the pack is a really good idea.
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