Friday, April 30, 2010

Sorry your car is a piece of shit

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Cat. 1& 2 a.k.a. Badasses


I randomly stumbled upon this race in East Dallas while out riding, and had to capture some footage. The crowd was kind of white bread (one guy was beside himself that he had actually eaten lunch in Deep Ellum...GASP!...and then called his wife to assure her that the rumors they had heard were not true). There was a kiddie race and a jr. class, though I didn't have a camera with me at the time to capture the footage. These guys are fast.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Dear Sidewalk Bicycle Rider

I nearly ran you over in a car this morning. I was pulling out of our parking lot onto Houston Street, and as I pulled up the curb cut, you zoomed right past my hood, probably 1' in front. The reason this happened is because our building is right on the street. We are in the West End and there is no front setback requirement for our building.

I know the street was clear of vehicular traffic because of the sight lines from the drive. The sight line is not as good for pedestrians on a sidewalk, but they move slower and so the sight line can be shorter. The sight line is not long enough for a fast(er) moving vehicle like a bicycle. Your (apparently expensive) road bike is probably capable of moving 20mph or more on flat terrain. You do not belong on the side walk at those speeds.

If you want to piddle around in a grocery getter bicycle with fat tires and a wicker basket in the front, be free to SLOWLY move along the pedestrian path. Otherwise, it's time to move into the street or amend your riding habits if you value your life.

As a fellow cyclist, I understand the fears of riding on the road. But whatever your fears might be of being on the road, they probably would not compare to the very real fear of someone like me plowing into your side with a 2,000 lb machine.

Parking Pinch

I received a notice from the managing principals of the firm I work for that there are some new changes coming to parking. Because the lot currently used by my coworkers will become a construction site for a new museum within the next couple of years, and because apparently we have been thinking about the strategic advantages of aquiring land next to our property, we have purchased a parcel of land that has already been paved and striped for parking.

There is, however, a catch. We now have fewer parking spots than before, and the demand for the parking in the old lot was pretty high already. What is the solution? Rationing! As one might imagine, those with higher rank in the firm will get the first bite at the asphalt covered apple, followed by all the rest who started at the firm prior to December of 2007. The rest will have to pay more for whatever is left over, or seek parking elsewhere.

From what I am told, the chaos has already begun. People are fretting over where they are going to park and how much they are going to pay to do it.

Now comes the shameless part: I could care less! Slowly but surely, as our company grows, more people will be confronted with the dilemma of paying a higher premium for parking or making use of alternatives. I can't wait till parking in our area is $100 a month. If I ride a bicycle, I get rock star parking right next to where the principals and managing principals park, and in some cases better parking. Even better, I don't get stuck in the parking lot waiting for gridlock traffic on Houston Street to let me out. I routinely beat my coworkers out of the downtown loop on a bicycle and have the added benefit of getting some exercise in the process.

Scratch one more thing off the list that I don't have to worry about now that I leave the car at home.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Good Quote

Posted by Robert E. Lee on Facebook:

"In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet." - Albert Schweitzer

Sunday, April 18, 2010

New Day

I find that with each trip I make while driving, I am more keenly aware of an emotional switch. I become more aggressive and irritable. Every little rude thing that other drivers do makes me agitated. It's strange, but when I'm on a bike and I'm the slowest thing on the road, the rage goes away.

I'm not a roadrager and never have been, but my attitude is certainly more positive when I'm on the bike. I have more to fear for and am more vulnerable to the whims of drivers asleep at the wheel, but somehow this doesn't bother me. I guess it's because riding a bike is a recognition that I am not really in that big a hurry to get somewhere.

It's my coffee, my exercise, my mental preparation and satisfaction.