August 10, 2013, Washington, DC: I am a saner person on a bicycle. There are strong arguments to be made for bicycling as a money saver, a time saver and a healthy choice, but the bottom line is that my blood boils less when I’m biking rather than driving and I actually enjoy getting from Point A to Point B. This summer more than ever before, it’s apparent there are a lot of us out there.
October 4, 2011, Washington, DC: We could stay there in Chicago, I think. We could help the grandparents unpack. Attend the Chicago Architecture Foundation’s Open House Chicago the weekend after next. We could stay to witness the growth of the city’s bike sharing program, to spend time with our cousin as her schedule lightens up. We could stay for the countless restaurants still on our list, stay to walk neighborhoods from Printer’s Row to Bucktown, Logan Square to the Gold Coast. We could catch the exhibit we’ve now twice failed to see at the Museum of Science and Industry. We could cheer on next weekend’s marathoners. We could get out on the Lake. We could see the sights. We could sink back in.
There’s always reason to stay in Chicago.
But there’s reason to come home to Washington, too.
September 20, 2011, Washington, DC: Do you hear that? The sound of bicycle pedals revolving? A revolution is indeed underway. It’s getting cooler and cooler to walk around town with a helmet strapped to your purse.
Of all places, I’m proud to say that Washington, so often seen as behind the eight ball, is in part to credit for this growing movement. There’s a shift happening here. Positive urban change is in the works. And to celebrate, I’m going to a birthday party Thursday for a new and very dear friend. Happy birthday (officially today!) dear Bikeshare and congratulations on marking your 1st birthday with your one millionth ride!
August 23, 2011, Washington, DC: Living in cities, I’ve often given thought to how I’d get out of dodge when catastrophe strikes. I’ve concluded the best way getaway would be to hop on a bike or lace up my running shoes. I think I first imagined these scenarios while driving through the Lincoln Tunnel. The thought of ever being stuck there in a car really made an impression.
Today I inadvertently had a chance to test my transportation theories following our East Coast earthquake. The lesson: In the event of an emergency, follow your gut and take anything but the car.
This is the first in a series of morning photo essays documenting neighborhoods around town, seen from over the handlebars of my (well, our) big red beach cruiser.
July 30, 2011, Washington, DC: Mornings are my time. I’m more creative in the morning. It pains me to spend five mornings a week in the car commuting. By the time I get there, my energy is zapped. Good ideas have come and gone.
Weekend mornings, you can imagine, are heaven. During DC summers, they’re also the best time to see the city. Especially by bike.