Sunday, September 11, 2016

Blood on PennDot's hands

Another death of a cyclist, another memorial ride. This ride presented itself as more of a protest ride. The cycling community voiced itself early in the planning stages of the 4-year rehab project on the stretch of road Dennis Flanagan died on: West Carson St. We begged for traffic calming, bike lanes, shared-use sidewalks, something to reduce deaths. What we got was a 'Share the Road' sign, wide lanes that encourage speeding and a beg button to cross that takes nearly TWO FULL MINUTES (1:49) to activate a walk signal. Gee, thanks PennDot. After the construction was finished and West-Carson reopened and just a few days later, there's already a fatality.

Over 200 people showed up to ride, remember and protest.

Haley Nelson/Post-Gazette

Colin Deppen/Patriot-News
I'm not overly optimistic that the bureaucrats at PennDot will suddenly start listening.

Monday, September 5, 2016


Thanks to a fire ignited by construction on the Liberty Bridge mayhem ensued with motor traffic trying to get to and  from the South Hills. The bridge was forced to be shut down due to the fire damage.

We witnessed the fire first hand while riding from work to a doctor's appointment:

We later learned that the bridge was 'minutes from collapse'. Wow.

Hearing that Vannevar wanted to ride through the Liberty tunnels while they were closed to motor vehicles, we jumped at the chance. How often does an opportunity like this pop up?

And so, we did.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Autonomous cars, Try-a-Bike and F-- Cancer

Uber has headquartered it's fleet of self-driving cars here in Pittsburgh. They test them out on our streets and on a specially built track in Hazelwood. We feverishly gawked at them when they first appeared but now we see them so often that they get not much more than a second glance. They do well with passing cyclists, they obey the speed limit and they don't yell at us (unlike the 'human' Uber drivers). Later this month they go live with picking up passengers.

I, for one, welcome our new Robotic Vehicular Overlords.


Try-a-Bike! I love this event.

I rode several recumbents, e-bikes (Oh my, they're fun.) and straddled several other bikes I simply couldn't manage to get going on due to my height or lack of balance.

This one's too tall

This one's too squirrely.
This one's juuusssst right.

Fellow cyclist and Georger, Dwayne rolled into town from Brooklyn for a stop on his ballpark tour so we met with him at our new favorite cyclist haunt: East End Brewing taproom. We had a drink while we caught up. I loved his choice of shirt.

If you're not familiar with DeadPool, he's a surly, foul-mouthed (lovable, IMHO) superhero who earned his powers after undergoing a horrific cancer 'treatment'.

In this video, he'll casually explain to the men-folk how to check for testicular cancer.

I'm starting to feel like a normal human being again, my eyebrows and eyelashes have returned, my toenails and fingernails are growing back in (yes, they can fall out too), my radiation burns are healing nicely.
Yeah, FU cancer.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The non-stolen stolen bike

This was posted on our local Bike message boards. Wow, stolen Rivendell? How can you miss that?
Sure enough, two weekends later... we spot it on our street at the annual Arts Festival. I called the and left a voicemail with the owner and then we ran into Tricia and Jonathan while we were deciding whether or not to u-lock it and ask the Sheriffs working the festival to lend some muscle.
While Marko went back to the apartment to grab a u-lock and Jonathan went to talk to the Sheriffs, the owner returned wearing a Rivendell cycling cap. It turns out he'd recovered it the weekend prior, ditched at a CMU frat house.
He was grateful.

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

The spoiled bike commuter

The management at the building I work at is quite bike-friendly. They recently re-arranged the loading dock area where the indoor bike parking is located.
The entire area's floor got a nice new paint job, more lighting, new walls and even a bike rack to hang the lesser-used bikes. What was once a grungy, dark, dusty area is now a plush (by bike-storage standards) bike parking paradise. Hey, I was delighted to have my grungy toaster rack and indoor parking, this new area is opulence.

I just need a fix-it station and this would be the Taj Mahal of bike parking!


Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Open Streets- where you can high-five the Pope

Look at all these cyclists!

I got a chance to greet Jeremy Raymer

After OpenStreets, the 4 of us enjoyed some brews
 Some non-bike activities:
We enjoyed some time at the spray park down the street.

I love the view from the hammock!

There's a new mural Downtown in Strawberry Way.
 Back in March I started a 311 request to the City to restrict the parking at the entrance(s) of the Strip District trail. One of my panniers was damaged while I was trying to squeeze my bike through the cars blocking the entrance. Finally, 3 months later, I got my no-parking sign and there was compliance on it's debut. YES.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Feeling 'normal' without breasts with some help

In August of 2015, just before I was officially diagnosed and just after the lumps nearly materialized overnight... I had an inkling that I might have cancer. For an entire month, I spent the daylight hours trying not to stress about my situation and my evenings lying in bed burdened with worry. It was then that I happened to catch an standup comedian on HBO named Tig Notaro. She joked about her breast cancer diagnosis, she took off her shirt halfway through her set and performed the remainder topless. Her mastectomy scars disappeared as she continued; they vanished. I and the audience ignored what we were at first shocked by and learned to laugh with the topless, breastless woman. I admired her while fearful of what awaited me.

I knew I'd never be as normal as I once was, but she helped me to feel that this new body I would soon have wasn't quite so horrendous. She was the first person to help me feel normal with no breasts even before I had lost them.

Then, I too decided to try and go topless with mastectomy scars. I'd learned through fellow cyclists that it was perfectly legal for women (or anyone for that matter) to go topless in PA (exceptions for State Parks like Point State). I could sun myself topless in Schenley park? With some encouragement and reassurance I did so. It's rather refreshing and feeling the sun on one's chest is a feeling I'd never experienced before. I truly enjoyed it.

I'm not ashamed of how I look now, but I fully understand it might make folks a bit uncomfortable at first if they see someone with the scars I sport now. On the rare occasions I've sunbathed topless, I've done so in a location fairly remote from others. I plan on doing it in the future.

I also have Tig Notaro to thank for feeling that the humor that we used to approach this 
illness was normal. I wondered aloud where my breasts were now: "You think they're in a landfill somewhere? What did they do with them?" I felt relieved after learning that she too had this discussion with her significant other. "Do you think they just threw them in the trash?" "I sure hope so; recycling's not an option." 

If you choose to, you can click on the link below and see what cancer does to the human body. Be forewarned, you may find the images disturbing, shocking, etc...or you might not... you might be enlightened, moved or inspired... and that would be my intent. However, if you're offended by the images in the link below, I feel badly for you.