Of onions and bike paths
Retirement is like an onion. Sometimes it can make you cry. Bike paths are a bit like that, too. They can bring you to tears before they ever bring you any joy. Let me explain. My neighbourhood has new bike paths being built on one of the major east/west avenues. Great news, say the bike riders, whose options for safe riding are being expanded. Bah humbug, say the car drivers, whose lanes and, thus, whose options for speed and parking are being reduced. As the lanes were being constructed, I would drive down that avenue and wonder how on earth we would ever adjust to the disappearance of the left-turn lane and how we would ever put up with the concomitant increase in time to get through a major intersection. In addition, there is now a 4-way stop further into the neighbourhood that, previously, was clear sailing for cars heading west or east. Oh the travails of change on the road! However, as I have seen the bike lane taking increased shape on the street and I have ...