This dropped this morning: Capitol Hill Bikes Groupon $50 for $25. In case you're math deficient (I think that's called arith-nemia), that's a good deal and if you need help spending the $50, I'm available for consultations. And, furthermore, did you know that today is "buy
The only thing more perilous than wet leaves is, well, ok, there are a lot of things more perilous than wet leaves, but it doesn't mean that wet leaves are a laughing matter, especially when they are piled in the
There's a man at Occupy DC (yeah, we've still got one of those) who yells "Good Morning" every morning as I ride by and I'm beginning to think it's not a coincidence, although there is really no reason to change my opinion. Perhaps he yells good morning every half minute.
When drivers "block the box" every morning at one particular intersection (15th and Massachusetts), is this the sign of a behavioral fail or an engineering fail? My inclination is the latter. I know that traffic engineering is complicated (much more complicated than bike blogging), but one would think that this daily occurrence, whereby pedestrians are asked to pick their way through backed-up vehicles that are blocking the crosswalk, ought to be remedied. Unless, of course, and this is likely, the inconvenience of pedestrians is entirely secondary to the smooth flow of traffic (and by that I mean real traffic, cars) and doesn't enter into the equation at all.
Father and son biking together along R street. I've seen them before, but this is the first day I've spent any real amount of time riding behind them. I can tell that the dad is a good dad because both his bike and his kid's bike have fenders, which is sensible. The child was also helmeted. I passed them somewhere before Dupont Circle.
I've never ridden a bike with disc brakes, but I bet those make for a better braking experience in weather like this. My brakes are making an awful noise and their stopping power is significantly reduced in the wet weather. So, I continue to pine for the Surly Disc Trucker, but I'd be willing to pine for another kind of bicycle if you have any suggestions.
Followed a superbiker up Massachusetts from Wisconsin to Ward Circle. I could tell he was a superbiker because he was riding a thin-tired road bike and was wearing a lycra kit with the words "RACING UNION" on the back. (Not this racing union.) He seemed to be having a tough go of the hill, probably because he was on mile 50 of his commute or maybe just because it's really crappy to ride up wet, leaf-covered pavement on a super-thin-tired road bike. I stuck behind him, that he could benefit from the visibility of my bright yellow jacket and blinking blinky light. I wonder if he noticed or cared. In any case, I thought I was doing a good deed and since all rainy bicycle commutes are powered by self-satisfaction, I felt especially refreshed when I arrived at the office.