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Monday, February 02, 2004CMON N JOIN MY RIDE
Share a commute with me over the next week as I share in pictures my daily ride. I start out by crossing Bridge St nearby so that I can parallel the busy road along an alleyway until I get up to 16th. The traffic always breaks within a few seconds of my arrival at Bridge, so that I am not left sitting at the intersection for long. I go north on Bridge for a few blocks and then turn off, and then almost immediately turn into the alley in which I only encounter a car (or more likely a delivery truck) twice or thrice a moon. The only part to be careful about is the ice that builds up and is not readily removed from the alley. But after a few days the tracks from vehicles wear down to pavement and the riding is as good as gold. Though this is where I took my one slight spill this winter.
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FEATURE POSTIts cold and wet out as I ride into work, my head down and my thoughts numb, my intent forward and my path clear. Rolling onto the Walnut St. ped bridge I glance up and the way ahead is untraveled. One walker only, and on the cement paved sidewalk at that. My knobbies make a low rumbling vibration as I travel over the open metal grating that makes the travelling base of the bridge. Dark metal openings letting the view of the blue ice through and I meditate on the frozen river momentarily. Suddenly one of the stone column piers that support the bridge begins to enter my view. First the base as it meets the icy river, then as I move forward the stone pier looms more into my full field of vision. Head still down, soon the column takes up my field of vision absent of the river anymore. Soon the top of the column will meet the bridge itself and I will pass over the column and begin moving towards the next. I know that my way ahead is free, that the rise of the column stops underneath the bridge travelling surface, but my mind suddenly tells me different... Read the rest here EMAIL ME
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