I recently began a new job, and my lovely setup of parking my bike in my office is no more. I now work in a cube and have no space to park a bike. I could use my Tikit or Dahon folder, but I have not put the time in to make either of them what I would consider “commute ready.”
Instead, I continue to ride my Surly LHT and park my bike in one of two places at my building:
- The underground parking garage that has inverted U-shaped racks to accommodate about 20 bikes.
- A prison bar-style outdoor bike rack that is mostly covered (depending on what direction the wind blows), and can theoretically fit 50 bikes, but from my point of view is basically worthless for those of us that use fenders and a U-lock with the exception of the end spaces.
During the winter months, I have made regular use of the garage. It reduces the time I need to spend in the cold locking and unlocking my bike and it keeps my bike decently warm so my hands do not immediately turn to ice when I put them on the handlebars.
However, I will still occasionally park outside and lock to what I consider the substandard prison bar-style rack.
Through commuting regularly to my job in this shared parking environment, I have begun to notice funny things about us bike commuters.