Today’s ride took me downtown to Harbor East, where I locked up my bike to one of the few spaces available–never enough bike racks, for sure. I did a quick turn at the gym and the grocery, and then I got back on my bike to head up the hill. I snapped this picture of a couple of bikes crowding up the racks. That red one is always there. I mean always. It’s attached by a chain, and sometimes it slides down and the bike falls over. I’ve picked up and readjusted that bike a zillion times, because it’s just always there. There are a couple of bikes like that where I work–an old blue 10-speed and a yellow Schwinn. They’ve got flat tires, so they just sit on those racks, day in and day out. Is anyone coming to get these bikes? Or will they just get removed by “the city” or Lululemon, or maybe someone will steal them? I got back on my bike, said goodbye to my old friend Red Bike, and pedaled back up the hill with my groceries to home, where I made a quick dinner and got back on the bike to head out for the evening. I love Fridays–I park the car and know I don’t have to drive it again for days.