It's another beautiful day in the Bay Area. Sunny skies and temps will be in the 60s F / high teens C. The heady scent of blooming flowers perfumes the air along the bike lanes. It's too bad I ONCE AGAIN forgot my helmet on the bus.
The idea that hit me, 'gobsmacked' as the Brits would say, is that the area has arrived as a cycling city. There's a tsunami of cycling consciousness that joins government, businesses, and individuals, highlighting this city as a cycling mecca. You may think that's an overstatement, yet it's undoubtedly true. We are no longer struggling toward a goal. We've attained it. Sure, there's much more to do, but this was an enormous hurdle to overcome.
Portland? Minneapolis? San Francisco? Nope, this is from Tulsa, Oklahoma of all places.
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You know, in response to a discussion that you probably saw regarding the things that get hurled at cyclists, I started a discussion of stuff that cyclists have hurled at rude motorists.
Only now am I considering a road flare as something I might want to have with me. I'd almost be PRAYING to get buzzed by a convertible.
I used to go into an Army surplus store, the same Grogan's that patrick McManus writes about, and way in the back there was a bin full of dummy practice handgrenades. These were the old 'pineapple' fragmentation grenades with a big hole drilled through the bottom. I've fantasized about riding up alongside a car, pulling the pin, and dropping it inside.