Not that I cheated and rode on the street before it was really, really complete or anything…. But on May 31 I had the joy of being the first rider on the officially opened Martin Luther King, Jr. Way on the…Continue Reading
Tag: driving
This post is Part II, continuing yesterday’s diatribe meditation on use of the word “accident” to describe a preventable negative interaction between a driver and a cyclist or pedestrian. The conversations I often have after someone on a bike is hit tend to…Continue Reading
This post has its origins in my brush with fate this week, and before that in fall 2010, when two things happened within a few days of each other: Arleigh Jenkins AKA Bike Shop Girl (a blogger whose work I read) was…Continue Reading
Back in the saddle again after almost a week in New York City, where people on bikes share streets with New York cabbies and millions of people, and what happens? Tuesday morning I have possibly my closest call ever with…Continue Reading
I try to be an ambassador from the friendly biking nation when I ride. Since throwing a hissy fit or flipping off a driver probably just confirms their existing opinion of people on bikes (since of course we are all…Continue Reading
Kudos to the Spokane City Council for the 5-2* vote last night to enact the Complete Streets ordinance. A round of applause and a bouquet of locally grown flowers for Kitty Klitzke of Futurewise, who rallied the troops, circulated the…Continue Reading
It’s too easy to complain about the bad drivers (or bad bikers). I want to start a movement in which we acknowledge and thank the good drivers. So here goes—short and sweet— Tuesday afternoon (sunny, but chilly!) I was riding…Continue Reading
I’ve already written about the shift in perspective I’ve experienced that makes me view driving as a nest of factors that cost me time, money and frustration. I thought I’d break down my bike ride into a few more comparisons that come…Continue Reading
One day when brilliant and talented Second Daughter was a little girl, she said something that started with the words, “I assume.” Brilliant and talented Eldest Daughter and I said, practically in unison, “You know what you make when you…Continue Reading
Years ago a friend of mine taught me about wormholes: those semi-secret byways that locals know that cut miles out of a route or let you skip traffic lights or pesky left turns on busy streets. Seems to me a…Continue Reading
I’m pretty much a 100% bike commuter till it’s too slippery-scary in winter, then I switch to Spokane Transit. I didn’t get here overnight—the transition took place over a couple of years or so. I regularly talk to people who sound…Continue Reading