Infrastructure

Maybe not quite there, but you can see it from here: biking the entire way from Pike Market to South Park on cycling infrastructure.  

It isn't all newly-paved and striped separated bike lanes, but can you imagine how awful it would be to ride on West Marginal Way at night, with cars literally racing by, without the Duwamish Trail to take instead?  It may not be all that scenic from start to finish, but it sure beats getting creamed by some dude in his souped-up sporty car.

Old skool Thursday: First and only stop an old favorite watering hole, now with outdoor Parisian café motif rather than Airstream hotbox.  Plenty fine, though, including an impressive sandwich and ice cold tallboys.

Got a little confused on the parking garage egress at the beginning; thanks to those with a greater willingness to descend for finding the way out.

No more hot sunset rides until March; Civil Twilight and arm warmers does the trick for now.

The low bridge opened exactly on cue; aspirations to explore its bigger brother were set aside, probably for the best; no swims were passed up, at least.

What can you say that hasn’t been said?  In all likelihood, not much.  Traditional admonitions are nevertheless worth repeating: lock to locks, not bikes; don’t eat the whole cookie (eat two!); bring a sweater, and don’t consume anything bigger than your head.  Repeating does not always mean following.  Obviously.

I would offer this, however: an intoxicating evening sure makes the ride up through the International District and Jackson Street much easier.  May just be a matter of short-term memory loss, but that works.  

There’s an old philosophical thought experiment that asks whether you’d rather pay a thousand dollars for a major surgery with traditional General anesthesia or five dollars for the same surgery without anesthesia, but with a drug that makes you completely forget the experience.

If you can’t remember, it never happened.  Or did it?