Nowhere's a place like home

After seeing all the furor and controversy cycling is creating all over the country, like NYC, I guess;  I am just glad to live in the midst of a mid western town most people think is a myth.   Yes, like Timbuktu, Kalamazoo is an identifiable geographical location, not an imaginary hell to which your mother threatened to send you.  But don't tell anybody, Dorothy Rabinowitz may come visit.

The Pulitzer Prize winning journalist has twice now made herself look pathetic, sick and deranged while babbling about the bike share program.  Another example that being brilliant never made anybody smart.
       It's as bad as the protest that a bike lane near the Isreali consulate would lead a terrorist there.

 Hey guess what, they know where it is!

But, the advocacy of the Nude Bike Ride Day is hardly something to admire.  I understand the symbolic reference to exposure, but am really speechless at the execution of the plan.

On the other hand, do they look any different in spandex?

Meanwhile, in the hinterlands of our imaginary kingdom, we celebrated the completion of another part of our network of trails financed through the totalitarian fantasies of voluntary contributors and corporate sponsors.  Damn them, promoting safety, exercise and fresh air!

It was weird, thousands turned out, local restaurants donated free food, musicians donated their time, children enjoyed face painting and nobody suggested it was a bad thing.  In fact, everybody seemed to enjoy it.