
Today’s ride was almost identical to yesterday’s, but I took right one block sooner than usual, which meant new streets, including Eden, which at Eastern Avenue gets railroad tracks that just end where to asphalt takes over. There used to be an entirely different infrastructure here, traces peeking out here and there, but today we act like the way our streets are is the way they have to be. I mean, the struggle to get one stinking bike lane… I pedaled along, ran my errand, ate ice cream, had some coffee, finished my book, and then I was back up the hill to home. Oh, summertime, you are lovely.




I am under the weather, all sniffles and sinuses, and this is really putting a dent in my bicycling. I mean, I need to breathe, people! But after some
I took the Surly out for a leisurely ride down to the Marigny to get some writing done this afternoon. I love putting on a fluffy skirt and my shimano shoes, putting on some
It is so, so humid here. I know, I know–that’s New Orleans. But really people, it’s crazy humid here lately. When I rode to the coffee shop today it was pouring rain, but then it stopped and the sun came out and the steam was rising. I headed down to the Treme for drinks with friends tonight, and as soon as I pulled the Surly out of my air conditioned apartment my glasses fogged up and my handlebars were wet with condensation.
Today I rode up to campus along Prytania, enjoying its smooth asphalt. When it hits Joseph Street, you get to jog right or left, and the asphalt gets considerably bumpier, and the shoulder much smaller. As I tooled up to the stop, I noticed the cartoon stop sign on the house right in front.
I rode my bike down to the Marigny to meet S. for coffee and then back up to work for a meeting early this afternoon. The sun was out and the sky was blue. Not so when I headed down to the Treme tonight. The sky was gray, but i though I might be able to outrace the storm. And I almost did.