Friday, May 26, 2006

Friday, May 26

Friends, today is Jack Kevorkian's birthday (no lie, it really is - born in 1928). Anyway, if this weather keeps up, I'm going to need his services.

I just can't get enough of this new Mass Ave Bridge bike lane.

Also, I have supplied a picture of Like A Virgin in all her rain-soaked miserable glory.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Wednesday, May 24



Now they've painted the bike sign on the Mass Ave bridge. Temp really isn't that much better than it was a month ago.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Monday, May 22


New white lines have just been painted on the Mass Ave bridge. This makes riding the bridge feel a lot safer. It's like your own bike lane without the spectre of a "door zone" incident.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Friday, May 19


National Bike-to-Work Day:

Just when you thought the sun might stick around for a while...

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Wednesday, May 17



Massachusetts Bike Week - Day 3:

Here's a guy riding a tandem bike solo. There has to be a joke here, I just can't think of it.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Tuesday, May 16


Massachusetts Bike Week - Day 1:
I'm not going to talk about it. You know what I mean. Not going to mention it at all. Anyway, 40-something degrees. Photo is of traffic on Beacon leading into the Dragon. Never have seen this at this hour.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Friday, May 12

Morning:
48 degrees. The fog this morning was incredible. This is the densest fog I've ever seen in Boston. I said that to Stanley, the company janitor, and he said, "Yeah, Boston can get foggy." I said, "Yeah, no kidding Stanley, but but look at this goddam fog! I'm saying this is the absolute densest fog I've ever seen." But, as usual, he wouldn't budge. All I got was "Well...." and a shrug. I swear, if he had said that thing about tornados again, I would have hit the roof.
Anyway, I went overboard on the fog photos. First is from the MIT sailing hut looking toward Beacon Hill. 2nd one is Longfellow Bridge - you can barely see the other side. 3rd is of the Sinkhole. 4th is of a rather forlorn looking Betty, The Aluminum Canoe. She's listing to port, half filled with rain water. You can just make out a Duck Tour riding up the river behind her.

Evening:
Nothing of note. Game at Fenway tonight, so the Dragon was filled with POPs 'n SAPs. Photo is of a big, aimless group of SoxPOPs.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Thursday, May 11


Morning:
47 degrees, damp, no sun. The red car cut me off in the Dragon. The driver (beard, very thick glasses, confused) looked right at me then yanked the steering wheel to the left while I jammed the brakes. Then the UPS guy farted.

Evening:
49 degrees, dense fog and mist. I snapped the pic while crossing the Mass Ave bridge. Can't even see Beacon Hill. Forecasts through Saturday of next week call for rain every day.

Wednesday, May 10

This is a picture of May 10.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Tuesday, May 9

Morning:
Well now we're in for it. Nine days of crap. 55 degrees this morning, cloudy. See photo for classic Kenmore Chaos. #1 is SUV, #2 Crazy Cab, #3 Car that was double parked but is now trying to get out, and #4, Big Fat Van setting a pick. Moving Target passed me on Beacon riding a fixed and I snapped this of him right in the thick of things. Nice illustraion of why I call Kenmore "Enter the Dragon".

Evening:
Good Lord, what a godawful ride! 48 degrees, wind was howling, drenching downpour -- rain seems to have killed the rat in the photo! This was along the Cheese Grater. I was riding the sidewalk out of fear I'd be blown by the 30mph winds into the roadway when I espied this poor critter. Seems the Grater is vying with the Abbatoir for mammal-killing supremacy. Anyway, the abysmal weather did not deter me from leaving home this evening to procure the antidote to Spring in NewEngland. Screw the goddam freakish weather, I'm drinking martinis.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Monday, May 8

Morning:
55 degrees, sunny. But not for long. We're looking at eight days of rain starting tomorrow. There was an ungodly mess of traffic the whole way - chaos in Kenmore, people jamming on their brakes, doors flying open every 10 yards. I dropped my chain twice, tried using a twig (yeah, a twig) to get it back on so I wouldn't show up to work with grease all over my face and hands, failed - see photos. It seemed like everyone was doing 80 mph today.

Evening:
53 degrees. Now we're looking at at least nine days of rain coming up. Nine days of sitting at my cube in damp clothes. "So get a rain suit," you say. No. Not going to do it. I'll wear my scorching yellow rain jacket, but that's it.
Every once in a while I snap a picture that really says it all. Look at this beaut I took whilst navigating Enter the Dragon this evening. Several Perfectly Oblivious Pedestrians (POPs) , being skirted by a cyclist. POPs are different from SAPs (Suddenly Appearing Pedestians). Whereas POPs move like meandering cattle in plain view, SAPs are more monkey-like. They tend to dart out from between parked cars and from between cars waiting at stop lights.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Thursday, May 4


Morning:
This is more like it. 65 degrees, beautiful and sunny. I spent the ride breathing in the heady draughts of Spring and MBTA bus effluvia!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Wednesday, May 3


Morning:
46 degrees, NE wind, rain, fog. I think the pictures say it all. The thing about a NE wind is that you have fight it all the way down the Abattoir and finish with the Land Blvd Smackdown. I drew Stanley, the company janitor, into another conversation about weather. I was thinking that, at least, I could get him to agree that the unseasonably low temps are irritating. He wouldn't budge. All I got out of him was "Look, you got here all in one piece, you're alive. You're too much of a pessimist."

Look at my picture - Cod fishing off the Grand Banks or riding my bike to work? Who can tell?

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Tuesday, May 2


Morning:
45 degrees, raw, raining, windy, miserable. Miserable, miserable, miserable. TS Eliot wrote "April is the cruelest month..." But May is rudely elbowing its way to first place. I made the mistake of bringing up the weather with Stanley, the company janitor, who said "Well, we need the rain." I responded that I don't expect this kind of weather in May, and he said "Well, it's better than having tornados." That's typical of Stanley. He'll never engage in New England weather-bashing with you. He just comes out with "well, it's better than tornados." He wants to make you feel like a whining baby for complaining about the weather. Anyway, the photo is of my red, raw, wind-raked, freezing hand this morning.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Monday, May 1


Morning:
50 degrees, grey and very windy. It feels like the wind has been blowing for at least 3 weeks. The new name for Mem Drive eastbound is The Abattoir. So, westbound is The Cheese Grater, and eastbound is The Abbatoir. I just want to make sure you've got that, because I'm going to stop using their real names. Look at this conglomeration of fur by my foot. I have no idea what it is except that it's just one more victim of The Drive.

Evening:
During the day the skies cleared and the sun was blazing. By the evening ride-time, though, all the clouds came rolling back. I really could have used a pair of gloves. Photo is of Enter the Dragon before a game.