I never minded my fashion hats, but always hated my bike helmet. Finally, there’s a solution for that. h/t (literally) Bob. I want to commission something from these guys soon. Ok, the video is a little dorky, but I like what they are doing.
"Over-exertion, the upright position on the wheel, and the unconscious effort to maintain one’s balance tend to produce a wearied and exhausted ‘bicycle face,’" noted the Literary Digest in 1895. It went on to describe the condition: “usually flushed, but sometimes pale, often with lips more or less drawn, and the beginning of dark shadows under the eyes, and always with an expression of weariness.” Elsewhere, others said the condition was “characterized by a hard, clenched jaw and bulging eyes.”
Did y’all catch this article “Ride like a girl?” It basically compares vulnerability of cycling with the vulnerability of being a woman and the rape culture surrounding us. (cars as harmful males: “When you get hurt, it’s your fault now. You should have been more careful.”) Crashes are akin to sexual assault. I’m oversimplifying it, but it is an interesting perspective. I’ll have to turn it around in mind a few times.
This is an important point: Bike lanes don’t cause a lot more congestion if you put them on the right streets. If you cut down the size of streets that are already near capacity, you’ll create severe congestion. But if you start with roads that are well under capacity, you’ll only increase the congestion a little bit. And it may not even be noticeable. Slimming down these roads that are too “fat” is known as a road diet — and yes, that is the technical term.
When’s the last time I posted a self portrait from the office bathroom? While up at 4:00 am last night, worrying about the state of the world and wondering if I left any articles of clothing at the dry cleaner, I remembered I owned this skirt. (Sorry world, it was much easier to solve the dilemma of my closet). New outfit ideas need to be posted on the internet, right?
I sold my car on July 23, 2010. I rely mostly on my bike to get around Charleston, SC. I can be best described by a co-worker introducing me to a new employee: “This is Erin, she wears the highest heels and the shortest skirts and still rides her bike to work everyday.” Follow my musings on my life without a car. Perhaps you’ll start biking too!