Biking in Lincoln
I've been in this city for three days, biking for three days. Very obviously, this is not a city of bikers, despite the two large signs which read "Bike to Work" and the mouth of a bike trail. Let me tell you why:- Besides myself, I have seen 5 other bikers. One was probably about 7.
- When I asked the guys at the bike shop if there were bike paths, they told me about the ones that lead off into the country. Right. Biking for fun, not for commuting.
- The bike racks stink. You have to have a rope-type lock to lock both your frame and your wheel at once. In fact, you have to have to have a rope-type lock to lock even your frame. Which leads me to my next point...
- The bike theft industry isn't rockin'. I did get my bike stolen in middle school, but I know people who leave their bikes on their front porches unlocked. Not a big enough demand for bikes to merit stealing and reselling.
- And last, but certainly not least, Mr. Fatso in his Mr. Fatso car yelled at me, "Get off the road." Hilariously, he didn't have guts to say anything clearly and all I could really make out was "MDKRMRMMRM ROAD!".
posted by Marielly @ 4:53 PM
2 Comments:
Those who leave their bikes on the porch are grateful to be in an ignored minority.
I hate biker/driver hostility, on both sides. It's so damn silly. Seriously, you're sitting in your air conditioned car, whizzing along at 50 in a 40, and you yell at someone struggling up a hill under their own power because you have to slow down for 10 seconds to pass them? Get a grip.
And bikers can get militant the other way too, aggressively forcing their way in, demanding their rights, but then breaking laws by running red lights.
Can't we all just get along?
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