Tales From The Sharrows
666 Never Gonna Happen Drive, North by Northwest
Washington, DC 20003
Having lights on your bike (and using them at night) is something I feel very passionately about and it's something that you should feel passionately about as well. They're cheap and easy and could save your life.
Tonight was the night that I
WABA, in case you don't know, has its offices in an underground bunker that could probably withstand a blast from a multi-kiloton nuclear weapon (Pick another target, enemies of freedom). The hard-working staff remained hard-working throughout and beyond our visit. It's not easy to make bike advocacy happen and they do a great job and I'm glad that collectively we found a way to help them out a bit. I have no doubt that they will translate your generosity into great things. Vote for them as best DC non-profit here. Here are some pictures, without context or explanation or even captions:
I'd like to thank Greg for the tour and the bike-centered conversing. I'd also like to thank him for the insider-y info about bike infrastructure that I hope will be brought to fruition soon. Or if not to fruition, at least to Fruitopia.
After leaving WABA, I salmoned down Ontario (Delicious Ontario salmon!) to Euclid (You klidding me, right?) and over to the 11th, where I saw a couple of other bicyclists, all heading in the other direction. I'm just never over in this part of town, so I won't even hazard a guess as to where. Home, I guess.
11th went from the 11th I didn't know to the 11th I did and then it was [insert previous ride home post here]. Chain skipped a bit, so I don't know what that's about. Probably some sort of gypsy curse. Took it really easy on Penn once I realized that the traffic lights weren't going to be any different if I went any faster. I feel like this is the key insight of bicycling: you can't beat the system. That was also the key insight of 1984. That and how terrifying cages full are rats are.
What if Congress was more like feudalism (don't tell Susan Reynolds) in that each representative and senator was responsible for providing a certain number of security guards?
Along East Capitol, I did my usual moderately paced dawdle. The driver of a Mercedes considered making a left turn across my path, but didn't because I didn't stop for him. He flashed his high beams at me, as if to say "stop for me." Perhaps I should have switched my front light to blink as if to say "nope."Later, I passed a charming looking family (or maybe just dude with his mistress and love child. I don't want to make assumptions), all of whom who thought it would be a lovely idea to have a conservation while standing in the bike lane. One ding and nothing. Two dings and I felt like I might has well have not dinged at all (don't tell Tennyson). I rode by and didn't say anything or even look askance. I suppose I could have made a big deal over being inconvenienced, but I wasn't really inconvenienced.
Swings coffee tomorrow, if anyone is inclined.