From the reasoning of the Dawg name to the best comic book authors, from the history of the Hot to a timeline of industrial music, Cory has the trivia, and the opinions to mouth off about it.

I can’t help but have mixed emotions when i read articles like these. On one level, it’s great to be talking about bike commuting as this neat idea that more people should try, but on the other hand, why does the idea of commuting by bicycle have to be brought forth as something novel and unique?

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/08/arts/design/a-bike-lane-perch-for-the-urban-show.html?_r=1&nl=todaysheadlines&emc=tha28g

I’m not speaking poorly about the writer, Michael Kimmelman, or even his article. I’m just more annoyed that such a thing needs to exist. In 2011 we need a piece detailing why riding in NYC makes more sense than driving a car, taking a cab, or even riding the subway?
Even as a person that’s only ridden in NYC a few times, it’s obvious that it is faster than other means of transportation.

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There’s a common misconception that cyclists in NYC are required to ride in the provided bike lanes. So common, in fact, that police officers have started ticketing cyclists for riding outside of the lanes!

This guy got a ticket (for doing nothing illegal, no less) and decided to have a little fun. There’s a couple bad words towards the beginning, so be aware if you’re sensitive to that. Here’s what riding only in the bike lanes in NYC would really look like.

These guys have the right idea. If you’re ever lacking motivation to ride, this should help do the trick.

From the reasoning of the Dawg name to the best comic book authors, from the history of the Hot to a timeline of industrial music, Cory has the trivia, and the opinions to mouth off about it.

Do certain songs ever get stuck in your head as you ride?

Like most people, I tend to take the same path every time I go somewhere. Whenever I ride to downtown Bellingham, the path take me on Texas St. through the “bad” neighborhood, past a lumber yard, on to Kentucky Street, which passes under I-5, past the high school, and in to downtown.

Since this is also the way to the brewery and bars, I often travel this route in the dark. For the last couple winters, a homeless guy has been setting up his meager camp under the interstate, one of the few dry patches of land this time of year. Most of the time he’s asleep or pretending to be, but occasionally he’s setting up his bag or sitting upright, with his back to the concrete retainer wall. We always wave to each other when he’s up.

I cross paths with all sorts of people on this little three mile ride, but of all the people, I always think of that stooped over homeless guy. Funny the things that stick in your head when you ride. Like this song.

Please don’t sue us, Ween!