Some good stuff from our friends at Washingtonian. I didn't know it was a humor magazine. I'll trade all of the streets with cycle tracks for all the streets without them. Deal or no deal?
This is the end of the L Street Cycle Track. Those are some bike boxes and they prove absolutely useless if there's a green light on L; you cannot stop there.
You end up stopping here, which is on 11th street. You get here by making a leftward button hook, which I was also a move that Samuel Gompers might have used in unionizing textile workers.
11th street is craggy. I wonder if the upkeep of our streets would be better if most people weren't so inured to their terribleness intermediated by a ton of metal and a comfy, plush seat. Or perhaps our streets would be better if they weren't being trampled daily by very heavy cars.
Here are some pictures of the driveway near the Capitol about which I wrote this morning:
There was a tipped over orange cone in the bike lane on East Capitol in the block with the Supreme Court on one side and the Library of Congress on the other. I asked one of the police officers there if I could move the cone. Normally, I'm a seek forgiveness rather than ask permission kind of guy, but not when it comes to the state security apparatus. He said that I could kick the cone to the curb. I tossed it. He said "thank you, sir." No, no. Thank you, sir.
Two more bike commutes. Next year, I'm going to make a bike commute advent calendar and reward myself with candy. But, really, bike commuting is its own reward. But you'd think that about Christmas too.