You might have gathered that I’m engaged to be married. The wedding is approaching fast, which means all the accompanying eventsare happening.
Being a fairly non-traditional bride, I didn’t think I’d be much into wedding showers and bachelorette parties. Alas, my dear friends have proven me wrong—I’ve had so much fun with the festivities!
Maybe it’s because they’ve integrated themes of car-freeness and cycling throughout—like this bicycle cake built for two! At first glance, I was certain it was store-bought, but when we cut into it, we could tell right away that this was soft, moist cake made in someone’s home kitchen.
Thanks so much for an amazing cake and shower, Alicia!
A couple weeks ago, I got to spend a weekend in New York City, during which time I realized that I LOVE New York City. Here are a few reasons why:
- They have inviting, green bike lanes.
- They have helpful, bike-only traffic lights.
- They have amazing, crazy, fast cyclists.
- They have New York bagels (obviously).
- They have this one amazing bar that not only plays ’80s songs but plays the music videos, too. (When was the last time you saw Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know?” video?)
- They have a city park made out of old train tracks.
- They have the most perfect picnic spot in Central Park.
- They have the right ingredients for an absolutely amazing bachelorette weekend—even for this anti-wedding-tradition bride.
Thank you, Tracy, Meredith, and Courtney!
Diamonds? Wrong answer.
For a number of reasons, they’re not my best friend. I won’t go into the reasons here, because when I express my feelings about diamonds, I usually wind up on a soapbox. Suffice it to say, that my fiance, Tom, understood why I didn’t want a diamond.
P.S. After you read my “Why We Ride” story on the People for Bikes site, share your own, why don’tcha?
Two days till spring is official, and who knows how long until the weather shifts to spring full-time, BUT the spring season is here for Denver B-cycle!
On Sunday, they had their annual spring season launch event, which involves hundreds of volunteers riding the B-cycle bikes to stations around the city where they’ll live until next winter. That’s right: I said the volunteer work involved riding a bike. Not a bad deal, huh?
There were some other perks to this Denver Bike Sharing volunteer event, too:
- I tried out the commuter-friendly B-cycle, with all its handy features: bell, chain guard, skirt guard, tool-free seat adjuster, pedal-generated lights, big fat front basket, and built-in lock.
- I got a free t-shirt, free vegetarian burrito, and free chocolate and peanut butter chunk cookie that kind of made my weekend.
- I spent a sunny Sunday afternoon outdoors with three of my favorite people: Tom, Clay, and Andrea.
In spite of the fact that I bike around the city all the time, I’d never ridden a B-cycle before. I usually just ride my own bike, but my very first B-cycle experience was a positive one. Cheers to the coming spring!
Now they’re telling us not to wear bike helmets??
The gist of the story is that:
- No one really likes to wear bike helmets,
- Pressuring and/or requiring people to wear them could just make them not ride their bike, and
- Bike helmets’ impact on bike safety has yet to be proven.
Well, we certainly don’t want to deter any more people from riding their bikes, do we?
Everyone talks about how lovely and safe cycling is in Amsterdam and Copenhagen, where there are tons of bike lanes, tons of bike-aware motorists and almost no helmets. But Denver—capital city of the fourth most bike-friendly state in the U.S.—still has multi-lane, shoulderless boulevards and negligent, ignorant and aggressive motorists, which definitely make helmets feel like a smart move here.
Will cycling ever gain universal popularity if you have to wear a dorky helmet while doing it?
I don’t know, but any article that works in the Wayne’s World video clip where Stacy flips over the car on her bike is worth a read.
P.S. Thanks, Tom, for one more article recommendation!
I have never seen seen someone drink beer on the bus before.
At first, I thought maybe it was one of those energy drinks. But when I stole a few quick looks at the tall-boy can, I could see “Keystone” written up the side of it. I think it was Keystone Ice.
The man didn’t try to hide the can, or the fact that he was drinking it. After living and Metro-ing in D.C., for two and a half years, I often feel anxious just sipping my coffee out of a travel mug.
As the bus reached his stop, the man tilted his head back to finish the beer, put the empty can back in his bag, zipped it up, and got off the bus.
Bike advocates in Denver are gathering at the City & County Building to wish Mayor Hancock a happy Valentine’s Day and tell him that we “heart” protected bike lanes. They’re going to hold “love” signs and ring bells and refrain from profane language. Isn’t that sweet?