When you want something done right, do it yourself! I loved this article about a group of guerilla bike-lane makers that I read in this month’s issue of GOOD. When a group called The Other/Official Urban Repair Squad (OURS) was unhappy that officials in Toronto “backed out of a plan to expand the city’s bike lanes,” the group painted the lanes in themselves. I haven’t seen this kind of action since Kramer decided to widen the lanes of his Adopted Highway mile on the L.I.E. on Seinfeld. While looking for this article online, I discovered another another article about bike lane abuse. If you are frustrated with trucks double-parking and blocking your bike lane, snap a shot and submit it to mybikelane.com, a site where people tattle on these abusers:
Personally, I’d like to start a site like this with my collection of shots of “the jerk builders next door keep blocking my driveway.” So far I have experienced this 16 times. At least this idiot actually moved when my friend Heather honked to let me know she was waiting out front to pick me up:
The bottom line is, where has common courtesy gone? In this time of high gas prices (and recently in Atlanta, no gas available at all), people need to learn to share the road with bicyclists. They have just as much of a right to use the road as cars do, and unlike cars, they are not leaving a carbon footprint when they are on the move. They are supposed to follow the same rules that cars do, and people driving cars need to share the road with cyclists with courtesy and respect. If this occurred, separate lanes for bikes would not even be necessary.
- Martin Reis for GOOD magazine
- tvol for mybikelane.com
- yours truly, frustrated, considering egging, and generally going bat-sh** crazy over the never-ending, noisy construction of the ugly, oversized, anything but “Craftsman,” eroding the land, clearing part of my woods for the sewage line they ruined in the teardown process, grading right up to my garage and leaving a 6′ drop without putting up any sort of safety fence, cutting down beautiful Tulip Poplars that were well over 100 years old, working over 12 hours six days per week, leaving trash all over the lot that blows onto my property, blocking my driveway several times per week McMansion next door. I’ve completely lost it!
Hi, I'm Becky. I live in Atlanta. Besides acting as the Editorial Director here on Hatch, you can find me talking design over at Houzz. Make me happy — leave a comment!