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I had. On “nice” days, as my legs acclimated, I was actually excited to get on my bike.
I found cars to be generally aware of me, especially if I was following the law. I had only one near-miss, a cabbie who was texting and veered into the bike lane just ahead.
“Pay attention to your life!” I yelled.
Pedestrians were actually more problematic. I counted nine in one stretch of Lake of the Isles strolling casually in the bike lane.
Ding, ding, people.
I know some people see riding a bike as a lifestyle or a political statement. In fact, there are several bills going through the Legislature right now either expanding or restricting biking rights.
When I got my first Schwinn Pea Picker as a kid, I could never imagine bikes would become a cultural wedge issue, dividing the save-a-tree left from the don’t-tell-me-how-to-live right.
“We are apolitical,” Stephenson said. “We are more about community and expressing ourselves artistically through social media.”
When I bought my bike three years ago, I saw it largely as a toy. Now, maybe I see it as part toy, part tool. I don’t think a few more days of snow biking would have self-radicalized me into a two-wheeler hysteric.
A bike can be used in an everyday commute for some, but not for anyone who has meetings in Blaine and Bloomington, or who has health issues that prevent it, or has to drop off the kid, or dog, at day care.
I still don’t quite understand all the bike lane hieroglyphics and don’t think many drivers know the difference from a “buffered bike lane” and a “cycle track.”
Most of this is common sense; let’s not overthink it.
Who knows, maybe I’ll commit to 30 days of biking again next year. If I do, I have a one word suggestion to the organizers:
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