So Lily says “hey, let me know when things on campus don’t work for bikes.” Well, of course, except for the known “black eyes” that … well… it’s the U.
So many black eyes, though!
So here’s a typical morning. This is the “bike route” — duly note that actually, this isn’t a great route. Yes, we’re maneuvering through a *fountain.* We’ve already had to do tight 90 degree turns because no, we can’t have curb cuts for the bike path so we have to cut 20 feet over to the sidewalk curb cuts. (City of Urbana put some in where the city and U border. Urbana is Gold, the U. bronze per “bike friendliness” and while the metric’s far from perfect, yes, that kind of thing counts.)
So, yes, they just close it off. It was closed for construction for *a year and a half* just after they put in their “master bike plan” with it as the “bike route.” Have I mentioned that the University is concerned with What It Looks Like On Paper, not the reality?
I’m sure it’ll be closed for beginning-of-year events, too.
Oh, and see that line of cars (second one w/ headlights on)? That’s where the bike lane is. This is a compromise I’m willing to make — let folks park there moving into dorms — but I’d love to see stats on whether people are allowed to bend parking rules in other places. I didn’t think so. The bike facilities are there under duress and as soon as it is inconvenient to *anybody,* the anybody takes priority.
Very nice bike parking on Main Street in Urbana for our post-bike/ped council brew. (We were mindful of public notice of meetings act and talked about other stuff.)
Here’s a bit of contrast with Champaign, where yes, if I made a left and rode across some grass, I could access a multi-use path behind Springfield to get to the happy hour at El Toro. Parking at El Toro? Well, find a table to cable it to. This is Champaign (and typical).
Finally, somebody left their laundry basket exposed in their truck… clothes all over the road for our Saturday Saunter ride. THey’ll go into a hot wash and dry… and go on a probably smaller person. ERm, yea, we were rained on a bit — though we were at Casey’s for the pouring part. (We also just had to slow our pace a bit for that loooong train to go by…) Really nice cottons and a fellow who sorts his clothing (grateful the delicates basket wasn’t on top). Hauling soggy cottons makes a nice workout…