Triumvirate

The plan was to visit places that cars have driven stupidly, but recognizing that this proposal would hardly limit the possible destinations, it was agreed that the ride would head to just three places that automobiles had been shown on the internet to do dumb things in the last few months.  And again, while this might not have resulted in merely a trio of destinations, it was a useful theme by which to organize the evening’s travels on the last Thursday of summer, one that stayed shirtsleeves warm from start to finish; thanks again, global warming, I guess.

Apparently some luxury car drove down Post Alley past Seattle’s most disgusting tourist attraction the other day and in honor of that, the somewhat small Thursday night peloton did the same; as far as I know, no one got rad over the stairs at the bottom of the alley; I hope the driver did, however, and that the undercarriage of their expensive vehicle is now due for some expensive repairs—not the sort of thing you could fix with some chewing gum—even as much as are on the walls we pedaled by.

In June, some driver took the cake of stupidity by managing to ride the light rail rails from the ground floor of Martin Luther King Avenue up to the Mt. Baker station; it still boggles the mind how someone could be so clueless; this did, though afford us the opportunity to take the marble-raceway up over the busy street on a route that, to my delight, was unfamiliar even to the notable expert in wayfaring making his semi-annual Point83 appearance.  

That led us to wending our way to the Governor Albert D. Rosellini Bridge overlook, where we could imagine being aghast at seeing a car driving at highway speed in the bike lane, a phenomenon that occurred recently, thankfully with no deaths or dismemberments.

The same can be said of the evening’s ride, success times three!