Or just raining. Drizzled on me going home – but had I *really* left on time I’d have missed most of it.
here’s the NY TIMES collection of folks’ photographs of the recession. This afternoon, the “transportation” section was pretty much *all* car-related. Now there is a pic of a bicycle – wiht a trailer and what looks like all of somebody’s possessions. As the photographer notes, it’s a pricey model and the person is at the library… now, it *could* be that no, it’s not all their possessions – that they’re just haulin’ a load.
Still, I want to figure out a way to use bicycles to steer the culture towards being more and doing more and owning less and owing less and finding value therein.
I rode the ’68 Racer today I am going to bring it to the co-op Sat. and make sure the brakes are all that they can be … and p’raps do other maintenance on bearings, etc. As usual when I get back on a bike I haven’t ridden, I felt like I was on THe Best Bike In THe World. It’s so nimble – not 14 feet long like the Xtra! It’s so simple – no silly gears to have to shift twice and then back… (yea, need some adjusting…) and the tyres are just big enough to give potholes a quick soft embrace and then bound on by. Oh, and unless I put totally crushed cans in the basket, nothing falls off while I’m bouncing over those potholes
Yesterday the concrete dropoff on Country Fair near the Bradley Light had escalated to getting its own barricade, which today had blown over so I stopped and put it back. It’s been a big enough drop-off for me to want to ride around for at least a month, and having hte barricade there means cars expect me to.