Tomorrow the days stop getting shorter. The spandex hamsters will start counting the minutes in the expanding days, because...they have nothing else to do on their trainers. The roads and weather seem nice. Riders seem to be limited to myself, two other commuters and the court appointed cyclists going to their foreign language classes, at the the liquor store. Winter seems to be stalling on us. Today was the first time I felt the need for studded tires. The ice was gone before the ride home. Aside from the foot of accidental snow before Thanksgiving, we just haven't had any drop in temps. I've been riding around on my fat bike anticipating the winter solstice.
I can't seem to stay off of it,
or keep my hands off the bell.
Oh well, maybe winter will get here. In the meantime, the city has come through on a couple of it's promises and included Sharrows in their road upgrades. The "improvements" are receiving the requisite criticism and complaints from drivers and cyclists alike.
Cyclists proclaim that they should have dedicated lanes while drivers complain that they shouldn't share anything with anybody. Personally, I think a practical solution would be to disallow private automobiles within the city limits, then there would be plenty of safe places to ride a bike, people would be healthier, we'd use about half as much gas, but why make sense of it all when you can just point your finger and bitch. In the meantime, an amalgamation of all available infrastructure improvements will have to suffice.
And, if you want to see something really stupid, these bikes make a Pugsley look elegant.
Take into consideration that the list comes from Britain, the land of boiled everything.
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