Dear area car driver:
In the event that you, area car driver, happen to be dropping off a passenger, please execute the following maneuvers:
2: leave the turn signal on while you’re stopped.
The city of Boston officially doesn’t mind
The intersection of Franklin Street and North Harvard Ave in Allston is busy. Franklin is a little side street that happens to lead to a ramped footbridge that goes over the Mass Turnpike, which makes it an incredibly useful road for bikes, because on the other side of the bridge is the end of Harvard Street in Allston/Brighton. It is probably the easiest way to get into Boston proper from North Cambridge.
Counting red lights
If you ask a biker– any city biker– about bicycle safety and traffic laws, they will all start with the same line: “of course I stop for red lights, but…” What will usually follow is a complaint about the many cyclists they’ve seen that were acting stupid, or reckless. And if you ask me I’ll probably tell you the same thing.
I’m already dressed for the Pride march
I have a mental list of things I will never wear when biking, but that list is getting smaller each week. The problem is that on a long bike ride there are certain things one might not otherwise ever consider. Like that loose shorts chafe after a while. Or that crotch sweat is an active concern. Or that the spot where the bike seat meets my ass can actually become painfully swollen after a couple of consecutive rides.
A new wheel
I rode to work yesterday on a new rear wheel. The old wheel had a problem whereby the tire attached to the wheel kept exploding at inopportune moments, like when I needed it to not explode. The first time this happened was because the wheel’s rim had worn out. The second time was on the new rim, which wasn’t wide enough for the tire.
Committing to foolishness
I have not yet done five days, but I have done four in a row, and am getting there.
To the gentleman crossing the street in Jamaica Plain yesterday during a DON’T WALK signal, who nearly got creamed by an SUV legally traversing the intersection, and who then turned to the cyclist that STOPPED two inches into the crosswalk SIX FEET AWAY FROM YOU and declared, “better stop for the red light, buddy,” and then, when it was clear the cyclist did not know he was being spoken to, added loudly, “pedestrians have rights too, you know!”
Never assume the French make sense
In World War II, prior to the Normandy invasion, the Allies sent planes with cameras over France to take photos of the countryside. This was important and dangerous intelligence-gathering which provided invaluable information to the Generals planning the attack, but it had a few drawbacks.
The eyes having it
I spend five days a week looking at a large computer screen, and when I’m not looking at that large computer screen I’m looking at a smaller laptop screen, and when I’m not looking at that I’m looking at an iPhone screen. Or reading, which is thankfully still a low-tech book printed on paper. At night, I’m looking at my laptop screen, my iPhone, or the television.