One of the things I love about cycling is the things you see when you’re riding.
When you’re behind the wheel of a car, you don’t have time to really take in your surroundings. And even if you did, your view is limited by the structure of your car, as well as the need to focus on the traffic directly in front of you.
For instance, I’ve probably driven through the intersection of Ventura Boulevard and Woodman Avenue hundreds of times. And yes, I’ve noticed the building just off the corner that’s home to the Neptune Society, and recognized the name as one of the world’s leading providers of low-cost cremation services.
But if I’d been behind the wheel the other day, I probably never would have looked up at that exact moment. And I never would have noticed the barbeque grill on their balcony.
I mean, sure, I’ve carbonized more than my share of hot dogs and burgers over the years. And yes, I know things are tough these days, and everyone is cutting back.
GTinLA discovers the pleasures of a newly silent ride. Courtesy of LAist, a Long Beach sportswriter fails to grasp the concept of a shared lane. Bike Date examines helmets and the bike seat method of male birth control, with tongue planted firmly in cheek. I hope. A writer for Bostonist takes on the fixie menace. Its shrinking population means Detroit could be reborn as a bike utopia. Maryland drivers, cyclists, fishermen and pedestrians fight for space on a single bridge. Finally, the local newspaper — for which I once wrote an award-winning ad campaign — questions whether Bakersfield is a safe place to ride (and yes, I have walked the streets of Bakersfield).