The people you see on bikes around midday are a different set of people of bikes you see during the morning commute. There's about 5 or 6 different #bikeDCs and they don't always overlap. Or maybe ever overlap. I guess that's what happens when the common denominator for a "community" is "gets around by bike." It's like if there were #hatDC. (Is there a #hatDC?). Anyway, saw some guys by the Capitol in cowboy hats the other day. I suspect they were wayward gauchos. In a way, we're all wayward gauchos. Wayward gauchos on the pampas of life. (I'm still sorted bummed that ARG lost.)
Do you live close enough to the Glover Park Whole Foods to walk there? Well, don't. Because someone will now bike you your stuff.
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Hot on the way home, but I beat the rain. Seemed like a lot of people riding bikes and even more people walking bikes. I'm not very good at walking my bike. I always bump it into things and it just feels so unwieldy and cumbersome. Accordingly, I've developed a great deal of sympathy for people who push around strollers, especially in the more crowded parts of downtown and on narrow sidewalks. There's really no way to do it, I imagine, without feeling like you're totally in the way. I guess that's why it helps to have a cute kid in the stroller, so you could point to it and shrug. And then maybe the kid would do something adorable and yet another minor social inconvenience fails to escalate into a big, Washington Post column ordeal. All you can do with your bike (and presumably, its lack of adorableness) is apologize if it accidentally bumps into someone or trips someone up or just gets in the way. And that's ok and you totally should. So in conclusion, bikes are unlike kids. And also, ride your bike and don't walk it and if you associate with some un-biked person who you happen to want to share your trip with, ditch them and get cool new bike friends and ride side-by-side, holding hands, and into the sunset. Or just be really cautious when walking your bike and embrace that you'll feel a bit like a clod who is in everyone's way because you are. But that's ok.