Big news! Voeckler is still leading Tour de France.* Also, Boston is getting its bike share on Tuesday. I’ve signed up, even though:

  • I own a bike
  • I’m having a baby in October and likely won’t be riding a bike for a while (haven’t all Spring/Summer due to fear of tipping over)
  • There are no stations in the neighborhood my fiancee and I moved to (Jamaica Plain, the Brooklyn of Boston)
  • There are no stations in the Republic of Cambridge, where I work
  • And I don’t really know much about how it works

 

 

 

The important thing is that it’s a step in the right direction–making Boston livable and fun–and we did before New York City. Also, there are gobs of stations downtown, which I think could be handy for running errands on the way home from work.

Check out the station map.

Downside to Hubway: all the crappy cycling that will be unleashed. Like the tool who almost ran me down in the crosswalk this morning while he was running a red light.

*Actually, I don’t know if that’s true since I’m on a self-imposed embargo until I can see the replay tonight. I hope so though!!

Note to girl in Harvard Square: when stopping at a red light in a short, fitted sweater dress that catches on your bike saddle as you lower yourself to the ground, it’s best to just leave it there. Especially when you are stopped in front of pick-up truck full of construction workers. Goodness!

Actually, we have TWO interesting teachers, characters really, roaming the streets of New York City, grading bikes on how well their owners locked them up. I was relieved to see their excitement with a set of locking skewers, since I rely on them heavily, my faith in their brawn based solely on Ace Wheelworks’ good word.

I was a bit surprised at the thin cables they gave a pass to. Just a few weeks ago, I found a cut cable in my basket. Some sneaky baxter had infiltrated our office parking garage bike room and snipped the lock of the bike neighboring mine. So sad, but I must admit a thrill of vindication for struggling under a huge Kryptonite chain every morning while everyone else in the room glides in, throws on a cable or u-lock, and waltzes into work while I am still trying to counterstrategize against an enterprising thief who might unscrew the bike rack and take away my entire bike, Kryptonite lock and all. (The lock stays at the parking garage; I have a smaller lock for away-from-work parking).

Thanks to the San Francisco Bike Coalition Biker Bulletin for posting cool things like this video. And, of course, Street Films for cataloging/inspiring them.

Hal (and Kerri) Grade Your Bike Locking from Streetfilms on Vimeo.

Now be nice to the sub!

AFP reports that there is a rash of cycling cafes in London–cafes where cyclists can get a tune up, grab a coffee, hit on a fellow cylist–and that these cafes are doing brisk business thanks to sunny weather and some big bike race a bit further south than London that people are fond of watching in groups.

Look Mum No Hands!, one of several bike shop/cafes in London. Thank you AFP for the pic.

I would love to such an establishment in Boston. There is, in fact, a cyclist cafe in the much greater Boston area, the Ride Studio Cafe in Lexington. However, the town’s distance from Boston, lack of public transportation, size of houses and lawns, and number of spandexed cyclists makes me think the cafe is geared toward upper middle class, middle-aged men who ride $2,000 road bikes, and not urban bike commuters such as your School Mistress. I’d love to actually go see the shop myself but since that would take me at least 3 hours to do, I haven’t managed to make the visit. Perhaps when I do finally make it out there I’ll be pleasantly surprised and find that there is an undiscovered pocket of ladies and gentleman in Lexington who commute and otherwise move about on bikes in an orderly and stylish manner. My hopes are kept low by the location page of the Ride Studio website, where they highlight driving directions and car parking rather than the Minute Man Trail outside their door (though if you scroll down for a bit,  you’ll see it at the bottom of the page).

From their special parking map page:

We’re fortunate to be located in the heart of Lexington Center for many reasons. One such reason is that there is so much parking; the Studio has 5 parking lots within a couple hundred yards. And, there is endless street metered parking.

Oh joy!

Bike cozies.

Thank you, Neatorama.

Thank you, Domiknitrix.

Thank you, Elephant Journal.

bike cozy and bottle opener

And thank you, Patrick Barber (who was actually more fascinated by the bottle opener on the bike–the cyclist must be an avid Coca-Cola fan!).

Bike Rack Stolen in Woonsocket

Oh my god I think about this all the time. Every time I lock my bike to a rack, I picture a large truck pulling up next to it, and 15 men jumping out and heaving the entire rack, with my bike attached to it, into the truck.

Eventually I tear myself away, looking forlornly over my shoulder at my bike, whispering a perhaps last sweet goodbye.  But then it’s there when I get back and it’s fine.

Nothing irks or amazes me more than the daring-do of Boston cyclists who will squeeze through any tight space just to gain two feet. It’s especially bothersome when I am one border of the tight space. Consider the inconvenience to me:

  • Distraction: Is it not enough that I remain ever vigilant for cars drifting into the bike lane and pedestrians throwing themselves in my path? Do I also have to have to be on the lookout for my fellow cyclists? Such betrayal I find nowhere else!
  • Dooring: By passing me on left, the cyclist forces me into the car door area.
  • Death: Pass me on the right and the cyclist potentially forces me into the car lane (particularly if the cyclist is doored while passing me)

The point is, all cyclists need a certain amount lateral space in order to avoid dangers–isn’t that why we like cars to stay 3 feet away from us?

Don't squeeze into places you don't belong, unless all parties have agreed to the arrangement in advance. Thank you, Web Urbanist (We Burbanist?).

How many times have you struggled down the street on your bike awkwardly holding a vase in your hand? No more!

Cycle Chic (l’originale–I’m saying it that way because today is Bastille Day) found this solution-to-end-all-problems: a vase for your handlebar. And notice the small opening at the top to reduce water loss–because flowers wilt like ladies do.

Now if only I could free up my other hand from this painting. Oh fahrradvasen…

The heat seems to have broken here in Boston and the rain is falls at last but I still enjoyed watching this video of Copenhagen in the winter for the vicarious chill and thrill of watching chic cyclists pedaling around with scarves on.

Found originally on the San Francisco Bicycle Coalition website, hosted on Current TV.

What is less ladylike than sporting shriveled skin because you have neglected the needs of your precious mortal vessel during an excessively hot stretch of weather? Not much else, apart from sporting spandex on your way to work because you’re neglecting your aesthetics.

Steven Johnson paints a moving picture of our ancestral relationship to water in his book on the cholera outbreak in 1854 London, The Ghost Map–our ancestors from ooze, embryos in the womb, the salt concentration of our blood that closely mirrors the ocean’s. He quotes the evolutionary biologist, Lynn Margulis: “No animal has ever really left the watery microcosm….we sweat and cry what is basically seawater.” Sigh.

The less eloquent Mayo Clinic offers practical advice on how to recognize symptoms and when to seek professional help. Basically, watch your urine. And, as always, bike slowly.

“Dying of dehydration is, in a sense, an abomination against the very origins of life on earth,” Johnson says. So don’t do it.

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