Buses align Ohio Drive, one after the other, and block my once-daily view of the Potomac.
Large chatty groups of tourists swarm the National Mall, oblivious to the bike commuters that weave around them. They start the day early, and I fail to wake up any earlier to avoid their field trips.
The sudden influx is an annual jolt. The quiet commute is gone. Rush hour noises surround me. They seem even louder than before. People chatter and shout, buses belch and surge. And there’s honking. Always honking.
I still seek stillness in the ruckus. It’s my silent scavenger hunt. Instinct guides me, and the camera in hand is like an extra set of eyes.
A moment may be all there is before a still spot vanishes. Years ago, that would anger me. Now it is all I need.
Dear Washington, D.C., my current city of residence,
I discovered a better way to maneuver around you after too many years as a subterranean Metro passenger.
Your dense pinwheel layout and abundant side streets instilled a belief that I could pedal your roads without too much angst or trouble.
My first days were simple routes, from Adams Morgan to L’Enfant Plaza. I had lots to learn. There were missteps, like that one morning I was late to work and foolishly tried to rip down 14th Street. I won’t tell if you won’t.
But I gained confidence. I explored. You became even more easily navigable than I first imagined.
Through the years, we’ve come to know each other better, you and I. You’re a decent place for us cyclists, D.C.
The cars have tried to take you over, but you still save some parts of yourself just for us. Never concede them, please. Try and reclaim others, if you can.
This is my birthday week– a week in March that also marks the changing of the seasons.
Before the buses block the view of the Potomac River and the tourists overtake your streets and sidewalks, I captured some moments of us together.
I also snuck in my own tourist photo.
The city. My bike. Me.
I think we look good together, and I look forward to another year with you. Let’s hope it’s the best year yet.
What a week. Four sparkling summer days, top notch training, and a ride along with a friend on a couple of days, too. I celebrated the end of my Bike Friday Tikit field trips to Northwest D.C. with a photo safari on today’s ride home, in part to stretch out my time in the afternoon sun and also to remind me why I should travel this way again soon. Continue reading Washington, D.C. Bike Commute Scrapbook→
Over the past week I’ve been thinking about our #bikeDC friend, Alex Baca, who has left D.C. (for now, at least) for a new opportunity San Francisco.
As part of Alex’s farewell activities, of which there appeared to be several, some of us coordinated an “Alex Baca Farewell Tour.” The weather even cooperated to bring us ideal temperatures and sun the day of the ride. Thanks, weather!
One of my favorite times in Washington, D.C., is when the cherry blossoms reach out to say hello to all of us. Another is when these delicate petals fall, leaving a textured pink layer over grass and pavement.
The fleeting pink and white blossoms cover the city. Sun shines and spring breezes blow. Families and field trips congregate on our sidewalks. And hey, how about those tour buses! Yes, it’s cherry blossompalooza in Washington, D.C.
In previous years I dreaded this scenario. But thanks to my regular midday runs that have exposed me to this sudden, yet annual, increase in activity I figured out a system to keep me moving (mostly) calmly.
Tuesday, the mighty social networking tool known as Twitter paved the internets to an in real life (IRL) encounter with photographer Dmitry Gudkov.
Among other projects, Dmitry is the photographer behind #BikeNYC, a dynamic series of portraits of the people who ride bikes in New York City. Through it I have learned about the people of the New York City bicycling community and glimpsed various places where they ride.