Stoplights - route #21

Stoplights.  Waiting.  More stoplights.  Got honked at.  More stoplights.  Fumes.  And some heat.  Sheesh.  Route #021 was rough today.

East of Western on 63rd St. traffic was backed up maybe 40 cars.  The stoplights were flashing red and only one car could go at a time.  I was waiting in traffic with the rest of everyone.  My usual habit is to stay as far to the right as possible.  As we inch forward I move in my appropriate place in line.  An unusual honk from directly behind me goes off because I'm obviously taking up too much space.  Sense the irony?  I look, don't the person behind me or anyone around me.  So what is the thing to do?  Smell fumes and maybe get honked at again?  Nah.  I waved at the guy that honked and rolled past two cars in front of me and jumped onto the sidewalk.  I pass by 30 cars.  Follow on car across the flashing red stoplights.  And then I get to wait some more at the light to cross Broadway Extension.

All in all, stoplights added 40 minutes to my route today.  I am not kidding.  This serious took way too long. 

The funny thing was that the cars were not the most dangerous thing today. As I was rounding the golf course a cute young woman driving a golf cart for the first time drove right across traffic and nearly the trail path as well without even giving a notice to anyone.  I skid to a stop before I hit her.  She stopped, got red faced and I went about my day.

And something about speed today.  It may be that I am in just a bad mood.  Or I just need a good MTB trail.  But speed was not with me today.  My speed just never got up, like a belch that just never surfaces. 

Oh well, looking forward to this weekend.  Roman Nose State Park.

Cheers,

Kid Towing Panda

I'm not totally sure if I am doing this correctly.  But from what I can gather Adrienne Johnson and her gang of two wheel drifters call a self portrait of yourself while riding a Panda.  It can be the straight down shot of you on the bike like this post or this other post.  So this is a first attempt.  This is me towing my daughter in the bike trailer while following my son.  Typical Saturday scruff and all. 

My son ahead of me.  (Barely) 4 year old can go 3 miles.  Not bad, eh?

My daughter loves bubbles.  Bubbles, cooler at her feet, tools and tubes in the "hatch", and lots of drink cups.  She is good to go. 

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