Thursday, October 22, 2009
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Monday, October 19, 2009
Good afternoon readers, and get ready to dance your way into Indian Summer. What does shitty corporate chain pizza have to do with dancing chickens? Frankly, if you have to ask, you’ll never know. But there are stranger things in a city with its Westside in the south, two Norths, its South just east of West, its East hiding between a bunch of southeast suburbs, and an Uptown and Midway thrown in the western part.
Enough about St. Paul, let’s focus in on Minneapolis, and that strip of road that takes me to and from work, or any location roughly north and slightly east. To be fair, this city has its Southwest in the south to the northwest, its South to the south and southeast, its Southeast in the east and northeast, its Northeast to the northeast and north, and its North to the north and northwest. There is no East nor West to Minneapolis, as they ran out of real estate in establishing the aforementioned geography, and had only St. Paul to compete with in establishing a coherent map.
My commute early on joins the Bryant Bikeway, named after poet William Cullen Bryant, who, according to Wikipedia, grew tired of courtroom pettifoggery. In honor of this tradition, the city of Minneapolis chose not to quibble over the trivial details of what is or isn’t a bike boulevard and slapped down a “sharrow” every block or so.
The sharrow does not give the cyclist any additional rights, as it is simply reiterating to drivers (or horse riders) that they must legally share the road with cyclists. Bryant has the added advantage of being already well utilized by cyclists coming on and off the Greenway who don’t want to die on Hennepin or Lyndale, the major thoroughfares. Whether the sharrows have anything to do with this or not is unclear, but I hear that if you ride over them when they are glowing, you get a boost of speed.
Bryant north of the Greenway becomes another simple residential road with two-way stops that baffle drivers, speed bumps that scrape their undercarriage as they speed over them, and enough width to comfortably fit two mopeds between parked cars. This brings you to the Loring Bikeway Bridge. The bridge is something of an oddment (not to be confused with a condiment). The western end is on a parking lot disguised as a street at the tip of The Wedge. Cars routinely don’t notice it while parking, though I’ve yet to see a car driving on it, which is something. This bridge has a hip-urban-looking northern side, routinely covered with sorryass-looking graffiti. It follows the I-94 onramp then takes an abrupt 180 degree turn (as few cyclists have decided to continue down I-94). This turn is fenced in by iron and is typically coated with sand, debris, and even ice.
After this perilous turn, you continue down the Loring Bikeway so named because paving a sidewalk with blacktop and putting a yellow line down the center now makes it a bikeway. Sure, there is no suggestion of where pedestrians are supposed to go on one of the most pedestrian-commuter-dense routes in Minneapolis, but we end up sharing it with little conflict. Maybe they could put pedestrian sharrows up and down it?
I then take a brief ride through Loring Park, and then join the Hennepin or First Avenue bike or bike/bus lanes, the topic of my previous entry. There is a Dominos Pizza here, which with any luck will have dancing poultry or other livestock out front. In fact, to assure this become a reality, I am emailing the city of Minneapolis soon to get a dancing livestock sharrow painted on the sidewalk. While we may not know Northeast from Southeast in Minneapolis, at least we’ll know where on Hennepin giant cocks will bust a move.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Hello, you are now reading my first post in what promisses to be several millions more. I am a Minneapolis bicycle commuter who spends too much time on the internet. I also like to see my opinions in writing (or typing) so I am creating this blog to waste other peoples' time. And maybe I'll actually learn how to use Blogger in the process, instead of linking all of the photos.
It's a crisp autumn morning in another year that has barely seen an autumn. It's 37 degrees or so, but that 37 feels much warmer when it is dry and sunny out. Beautiful biking weather, fer sher. If you are heading out, you may want to cause yourself some minor frustration and travel the Hennepin and 1st Avenue bike lanes.
The large print does not exist as seen in plan photos, and neither does the enforcement - yet. Riding them in their current state is basicallt riding a big fat lane. The problem being, the car traffic can't agree on which side of the lane is best for them. I find myself splitting the lane on left or right side depending on the traffic. Also, the lane constricts every other block, making the lane splitting dangerous and difficult.
As for 1st Avenue, take a look at some shots from my friend and colleague omgmrj: http://mplsbikelove.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=178234#p178234
Not being able to stomach these injustices without being super annoying ourselves, we decided to "tour" the two roads. Our route was roughly this.
Anywho, we rode around a few times, 4 strong. There was a collision between one of us and a cameraman who stepped into the bike lane and just expected us to veer around him. The cyclist (I forget his name) went back and exchanged some words, the tone of which I did not hear.
There were sporadically cars parked in the 1st Ave SW-bound bike lane, as is the norm, as the first person parking in the parking lane has to literally park in the middle of the road. Many drivers just don't have the heart to do this, so they pull up to the curb, as they would any other road in Minneapolis, blocking the bike lane (which exists as two solid white strips and a few bike images) If one person blocks the lane, all the rest will follow. If they park in the parking lane, all will park in the parking lane.
What we need is this. But that sort of treatment is reserved for Edina commuters.