When I rode in Colorado, it was up in the mountains, towards ten thousand feet, and a very hard ride – I suffered and climbed and was scared by the sheer drop-offs in hairpin corners, and shivered the whole time.
Heading back towards the airport, later in the trip, I saw miles of bike trails from the highway and thought, “I should come back and ride those!”
Reporting for CBSNews.com, Christine Lagorio, writes that
“In this city where less than half of residents own a car, bicycles are not only in vogue; over the past two decades it has become downright common to ride one every day. They are chained to every pole or knob on every major thoroughfare. They crowd apartment building lobbies. They dominate the flow of traffic in intersections. Bicyclists have power in numbers; a major fantasy of U.S. cyclists has come to pass in Berlin: cars yield to bikes.”
That is indeed a fantasy and one I escape to every time I ride down Alaskan Way with semis next to me, potholes, train tracks, and cruise ship traffic. You ever want to experience raw, urban biking, navigate through container traffic at the east side of the Swing Bridge when a cargo ship is in town.