Oak City Cycling Project will be moving from Ruby Red space on West Street and bike down Peace Street to join the new pocket of energy on Person Street. They need your help moving and have doughnuts and beers to offer in return!
It looks like Fox, Chuck’s and Beasley’s has some nice new sidewalk signage in the form of very bright and sleek bike racks. Well done AC Restaurants.
As Hopscotch weekend gets closer, there are a few things that are certain. 1. Excitement builds. 2. The number of Hopscotch weekend day parties, music events and pop-up activities increase by the day. Get ready for the cat race!
NC State students will have a bike lane for a bit longer.
Have an opinion on the Hillsborough Street bike lanes? Here’s your chance to make a difference.
Finally the trees can get a break.
This year, National Bike to Work Week is from Monday, May 17 – Friday, May 21st.
Bike race for a good cause.
Look both ways before crossing.
Bus/bike/walk to work, win $2,500.
Peter Eichenberger is tired of breathing your exhaust fumes. I haven’t ridden the thing yet, first, ‘cause I have this thing about busses, second, that unless one is incapacitated, like too drunk to walk, downtown Raleigh is as walkable as you’ll find, and finally, that free is really free via the bicycle. But forget me, the R bus line, by reducing the “necessity” of driving a car everywhere one must go, rain or shine, night or day, in a dense, urban grid, is the best, smartest idea Raleigh has had in, gee, I dunno, a generation. But here’s the predicable Greek Chorus, “whaaah, whaaah, whaaah,” from the car set: “It’s not free! It costs me money and I don’t ride it.” Listen up, ya babies, let’s talk about “free.” How did it somehow become written in the sky and implicitly understood by every mother’s child that the motorist is exempt from some normal standards of responsibility with this century-long free ride to foul their path with zero or minimal responsibility to clean up the mess their fiendish contraptions leave? Every time I go anywhere, I have to breathe your exhaust fumes, dodge your oil spills and jagged heaps of broken car that litter nearly every intersection and never seem to get swept up – not to mention never getting a chance to relax from the mortal danger waiting at every turn via inattentive drivers futzing with their music, phones, hair, yada, yada. So tough tits. [Continued below the fold.]