tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71060662772664788892024-02-06T18:16:40.296-08:00RIDDEN1) Past participle of RIDE; 2) Middle English to relieve, disencumber.
Q: What happens when a guy decides to give away the family minivan for a new bike?
A: What Minivan?Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-72089345932750481512011-01-12T14:41:00.001-08:002011-01-12T14:41:44.608-08:00PGE Park Live Feed<script src="http://player.ooyala.com/player.js?width=620&deepLinkEmbedCode=NwNHRwMTrQXLpWTsQELBk8d_bV3BiylX&height=413&embedCode=NwNHRwMTrQXLpWTsQELBk8d_bV3BiylX"></script>Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09886331616426251474noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-25035012102204494582010-12-23T17:15:00.000-08:002010-12-23T17:16:36.599-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGann7WNETT7zhRYqHsWxlAORp5tvrFxrbbvtCIwr-eFMHukE3rsHBO4prqWiWwRdd4pZKJ1qP8MmZt43asw3JWNiDImFAWcl3kr7SZI1MZCcpf-kAI7URCRgFq6WMRx90Yjt6wtl7Mod/s1600/TL_MF.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixGann7WNETT7zhRYqHsWxlAORp5tvrFxrbbvtCIwr-eFMHukE3rsHBO4prqWiWwRdd4pZKJ1qP8MmZt43asw3JWNiDImFAWcl3kr7SZI1MZCcpf-kAI7URCRgFq6WMRx90Yjt6wtl7Mod/s320/TL_MF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554051509503071170" border="0" /></a>Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09886331616426251474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-35685632386662483712009-08-17T12:29:00.000-07:002009-08-17T12:30:13.369-07:00Bike Awareness and Safety In Kerns<object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F96523386%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622066768658%2Fshow%2Fwith%2F3830440063%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F96523386%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622066768658%2Fwith%2F3830440063%2F&set_id=72157622066768658&jump_to=3830440063"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=71649" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2F96523386%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622066768658%2Fshow%2Fwith%2F3830440063%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2F96523386%40N00%2Fsets%2F72157622066768658%2Fwith%2F3830440063%2F&set_id=72157622066768658&jump_to=3830440063" width="400" height="300"></embed></object>Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09886331616426251474noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-41619885007615971602009-07-16T20:04:00.000-07:002009-07-16T20:11:49.954-07:00Extra! Extra! Shameless Self Promotion!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-IV5dPN4BTAv1Iuc1Vx5ERw3upeOtNyX3uni9jjw6qryaJ0aT6yJedzF6UnDG8MAoyDf84DjM9I26EPQe4Q4yFkyoySrnJq1E7f_Rtttrt4wFEquAJwuJt7wFSeUarR4nGdwewFqUfq_/s1600-h/TokenSwap2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-IV5dPN4BTAv1Iuc1Vx5ERw3upeOtNyX3uni9jjw6qryaJ0aT6yJedzF6UnDG8MAoyDf84DjM9I26EPQe4Q4yFkyoySrnJq1E7f_Rtttrt4wFEquAJwuJt7wFSeUarR4nGdwewFqUfq_/s200/TokenSwap2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260490511111970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrjeaRKeVinsia3jvL5D3SPKGlzLI8Ej1Ni_gy8apnEdFOgOVD13bq01sLw-oGObq4hjszKiuMi7QPLTFKc_0xFfd3Gtrhim0HR4sSZsUbLxCr1Ilmt8tbhUTS3OIaapRIVCn7ZJGwsd-/s1600-h/CremaCorral.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijrjeaRKeVinsia3jvL5D3SPKGlzLI8Ej1Ni_gy8apnEdFOgOVD13bq01sLw-oGObq4hjszKiuMi7QPLTFKc_0xFfd3Gtrhim0HR4sSZsUbLxCr1Ilmt8tbhUTS3OIaapRIVCn7ZJGwsd-/s200/CremaCorral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359260288180764850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">[the press release i wrote for the neighborhood bike event. --sph</span></span>]<br /><br />Neighborhood Goes By Pedal<br /><br />Is Kerns Neighborhood the most bike-friendly in Portland? G.T. Meili, shrugs his shoulders at the question, “We might be.” Don’t mistake his low-key demeanor as laissez-faire. The strides in biking infrastructure that Kerns has made in the last fifteen months were exactly what the Goodfoot Nightclub owner had in mind when he created the Bike Advocate position on the neighborhood board at its annual elections in May of 2008.<br /><br />“When people think of neighborhood associations they think ‘boring,’” Meili confides, “we created sustainability and bike advocacy positions on our board to kind of reach out to the interests of a new wave of neighbors who might not otherwise turn out for this kind of thing.” In the past year the efforts of the neighborhood have yielded measurable success—the recent installation of bike corrals on 28th north and south of East Burnside perhaps being the most visible.<br /><br />“Right locality, right time, right city,” Kerns Bike Advocate Sean Hutchinson suggests, “all these things were happening around bicycle infrastructure already, so to be able to add the clout of the neighborhood association helped push them in our direction.” Hutchinson lists the overwhelming support for the Twenties Bikeway, a $2.1 million project to bring a dedicated North-South corridor for bike traffic through the close-in Eastside with Metro’s Regional Flexible Funding dollars, as another of the neighborhood’s successes, “I don’t know how much a role our grass roots online campaign or testimony at Metro played, but I do know that the Twenties Bikeway was the most favorably reviewed of all the proposed projects.”<br /><br />Although Hutchinson had been a long time bike commuter, even coordinating for the Bicycle Transportation Alliance’s yearly Bike Commute Challenge in his day job as a producer at Oregon Public Broadcasting, the role of neighborhood advocate did not come with stringent prerequisites. “Basically he said he’d do it,” Meili deadpans.<br /><br />“Having the neighborhood association on board can really help expedite the process,” remarks Sarah Figliozzi, Portland Bureau of Transportation’s Bike Program Specialist who oversees the on-street bike parking installations, or corrals. “Having an outside voice that speaks from the perspective of the community at large helps the City develop parking solutions that serve the whole neighborhood's needs.” The corrals at Pambiche, Crema and Ken’s Pizza on 28th Avenue represent the 18th, 19th and 20th installations by the city.<br /><br />The denouement for Kerns comes August 16th at the Southeast Sunday Parkways event. PBOT will close 14 miles of streets to cars as part of an all day bike festival. Kerns’ Vice-President Angela Kirkman wrote the grant funded by Southeast Uplift Neighborhood Coalition that will enable the neighborhood to promote bike safety and awareness through the disbursement of helmets, bike lights and reflective accessories. Partnerships with Legacy’s Trauma Nurses Talk Tough program and the Bike Gallery have allowed the subsidized helmets and bike mechanics to be part of the event. Three bands—Dave Fulton, Pancake Breakfast and Physical Hearts—will play outdoors at the Box + One building nearby to the new corral at SE 28th and Ankeny.<br /><br />Ironically, the Sunday Parkways route almost missed Kerns Neighborhood entirely. “Initially we had it drawn up heading south from Laurelhurst Park,” informs Janis McDonald, the PBOT Project Manager who heads up planning for the Parkways events, “after meeting with them and hearing their plans we realized this community would be a great inclusion for the Southeast route.”<br /><br />“We’re looking at this as a celebration of all we’ve been able to accomplish in the last year,” Hutchinson crows. “We had these grandiose visions starting out, and, remarkably, they’ve played out just as we schemed.”<br /><br />Contacts<br />Angela Kirkman [insert e-mail, phone]<br />Sean Hutchinson: sepahu [at] gmail.com, cell 503.453.4316<br /><br />Captions<br />CremaCorral.jpg: Kerns Neighborhood Association has planned a bike safety and awareness event at the Box + One building around the corner from the new bike corral installation at SE 28th Avenue as part of the Southeast Sunday Parkways event. A grant from Southeast Uplift Neighborhood Coalition funds the event.<br /><br />TokenSwap.JPG: Kerns Neighborhood Bike Advocate Sean Hutchinson exchanged his minivan for a new bicycle and beer tokens at the 2008 Tour de Fat festival sponsored by New Belgium Brewing. Proceeds benefited the Bicycle Transportation Alliance.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-12131500542726540602009-06-09T16:27:00.000-07:002009-06-09T16:38:17.768-07:00Forty Nights and SEVEN DEES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltDS2oHrtz4Q0kTd3cbssoQsi-pYvGflfiz-HRdLJ2tPpV0niszTZIaDFvMODn9PYZO-xTb7213KvVghj2Hy38pDxF0DsDcTRxhGiGKY06Hq9HStdj1jNFLjwxtV4YCkVCsKkY_uRMt1V/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgltDS2oHrtz4Q0kTd3cbssoQsi-pYvGflfiz-HRdLJ2tPpV0niszTZIaDFvMODn9PYZO-xTb7213KvVghj2Hy38pDxF0DsDcTRxhGiGKY06Hq9HStdj1jNFLjwxtV4YCkVCsKkY_uRMt1V/s200/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345473941887436098" border="0" /></a>What's a company to do when bikes continually carve a path through your commercial landscaping? Install gi-normous boulders, of course. But what if you do that and the bikes still find another spot to cut through? Just park your cherry picker's basket in the gap as pictured above!Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-4824182546264945932009-05-01T23:14:00.000-07:002009-05-01T23:53:29.540-07:00Bye Bye Johnny; Hello Pavement<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm told this is going on <a href="http://bicycling.com/blogs/inthebikelane/">Bicycle Magazine's blog</a> but I wrote it weeks ago and still haven't heard anything so I'm posting it here first. You're welcome, mom...<br /><br /></span>August 16th, 2008 will forever stand out in my memory as a fateful day. On that day the kids and I scribed a farewell message in shoe polish on the old minivan’s window and donated it to a local bike charity. Strictly speaking it was a “swap” not a donation, set up by the folks at New Belgium Brewing. I soon found myself the proud owner of a spiffy Black Sheep commuter bike with tricked-out components, panniers, a full gear set--all the bells and whistles (actually, the bell came separately).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSIFPZkD9gdLVYK9VBK-M6TXte0k7DOlfAgEqUouCY1w2dtW03fGlO4w7PHOr1IhWqoFcC1ucJa4h5Si39999FQrgz4aI3MefMUdo_lkP9KuhwBlzNvlIcXR-DIV0FroRcJb2DT_fODJe/s1600-h/DSC03854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUSIFPZkD9gdLVYK9VBK-M6TXte0k7DOlfAgEqUouCY1w2dtW03fGlO4w7PHOr1IhWqoFcC1ucJa4h5Si39999FQrgz4aI3MefMUdo_lkP9KuhwBlzNvlIcXR-DIV0FroRcJb2DT_fODJe/s320/DSC03854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331108870318918386" border="0" /></a><br />But I should point out this automotive trade-in was not the “push, pull or tow” variety. Our 1997 Nissan Quest was a bit like a member of the family. Poundage of rogue goldfish and gummy worms, no doubt, still occupy the crevices of Ike (age 4) and Tallulah’s (age 2) middle-row captain’s chairs. We spent many hours grooving to kid rock (the genre, not the performer) in its confines on the way to work and/or daycare. It was no schlub discard our “Johnny” as we called it, but the decision had been made: it was our destiny to be a one-car family, and Johnny would go down honorably as a substantial tax write off.<br /><br />The decision though was one the family agonized over. When I made my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NnBLxOhU64">submission video</a> for the swap, the numbers were against me. Living in Portland, Oregon, of course I bike commuted pre-swap from time to time; it was my civic duty (you take an oath when you register to vote). I had long wanted my bike commuting to transcend to a higher plane though my wife Jennifer really wasn’t really copacetic with the proposed arrangement. So before I would trade in my workaday trappings for the flowing robes and long white beard of Enlightenment, there were to be some down-to-earth negotiations and assurances.<br /><br />“You are not doing this,” Jenn said. I’m paraphrasing because my mom might read this. “No!” Ike demanded. Even my two-year old burst out in abject laughter at the preposterous idea. I assured Jenn that there was no way I would win the contest and that just by submitting the video didn’t mean I had to actually go through with it.<br /><br />I did.<br /><br />Ultimately, my wife acquiesced and agreed to dispense with one of our cars for a year’s trial. She’s good that way. There may or may not have been the promise of a Prius in the offing.<br /><br />Long story longer, she and the kids met me downtown at the riverfront for the ceremonial giveaway. Only, it turned out, the tow truck wouldn’t be taking Johnny away that same day. We ended up taking it back home to await its eventual removal with a <a href="http://byebyejohnny.blogspot.com/2008/09/open-letter-to-pacific-audit-solutions.html">parking ticket</a> on the windshield. That was the kids’ last trip in Johnny.<br /><br />You know how you build up obstacles in your mind and psyche yourself out of the positive change for which you profess a longing? This bike-commuting thing may be one of the more constructive mid-life crises on record. Turns out there was a way to make arrangements for picking up the kids at daycare across town when my wife had client dinners or other social engagements after work. Grandma and Grandpa didn’t seem to mind renting a car for their visit in the absence of a seven-seat vehicle. My doctor was amazed that I dropped nine pounds in the three weeks after my daily commute began, and at the follow up to my physical I effectively stayed the high blood pressure medicine prescription she’d been considering for me. Granted, I’m still balding and overweight, but still, there’s progress there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4KcnO1a2_XZ4ghju6CWuqZ30k8Lcfukea0_5SKEqCTdxWo7mIo-gy0F0W0dKspjtwLQJ09Pui9cbE6W-UECku3FxhuOBswQoNUhCQDe2VH_0co_RNZ9N0efriMYW9URs5xrdmFHXS4dp/s1600-h/DSC03838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia4KcnO1a2_XZ4ghju6CWuqZ30k8Lcfukea0_5SKEqCTdxWo7mIo-gy0F0W0dKspjtwLQJ09Pui9cbE6W-UECku3FxhuOBswQoNUhCQDe2VH_0co_RNZ9N0efriMYW9URs5xrdmFHXS4dp/s400/DSC03838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331108690010340290" border="0" /></a><br />Now, I’m not going to lie to you. It’s true what they say about Portland. If you don’t like the weather, stick around five minutes and it will still be raining. And there have been days when I have had to drag myself to my bicycle. On those days, if an auto were an option, there’s no way I’d be bicycling. But when I hang my sopping jacket or tights from my locker door, I can chalk up one accomplishment before my day’s even begun. I’ve encountered scenarios on my commute (a barn owl, prostrate septuagenarians, cartoon-themed panhandlers, volcanic eruptions, tons and tons of goose shit—all true) that you just never encounter in a car. Though I may miss NPR, I had a habit of switching to sports talk anyway.<br /><br />The point I’m trying to make is that sometimes, left to your own devices, as good intentioned as one might be, there’s going to be some backsliding. These lapses in will power are human nature, not necessarily character flaws. Sometimes it takes a little less to become something more. So I got rid of my car.<br /><br />Here we are at Day 237 of the Year of the Bike. The white beard never grew in. I put back most of the pounds I shed. But I do ride my bike to and from work everyday. Some people think that’s crazy, irresponsible, heroic, or whatever. But what I’ll tell you (in the strictest confidence) is it’s, surprisingly, really not that big a deal.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-32884244969079269972009-04-15T00:06:00.000-07:002009-04-15T00:41:20.829-07:00Twenties Bikeways FundedToday's discussion about bike corals at the Belmont Business district meeting got me curious about when Metro's selection of Regional Flexible Funding projects would be announced. As some of you will remember, <a href="http://www.byebyejohnny.blogspot.com/">RIDDEN</a> advocated on behalf of the <a href="http://byebyejohnny.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-metro-where-to-put-it.html">Twenties Bikeways project</a> which would put bike lanes on 28th through Kerns Neighborhood where I live and reside on the board as Bike Advocate.<br /><br />Somehow it flew under my radar, but this announcement was made in late<br />March and, in fact, "our" project was among those approved!<br />We are now beginning in Kerns the decision-making process as to where we want to prioritize bike corals placement and planning a safety day and helmet/light giveaway as part of the <a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/transportation/index.cfm?c=46103&a=234996">Sunday Parkways event in Southeast Portland</a>. <br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="369" width="450" data="http://www.streetfilms.org/flvplayer.swf"><param name="movie" value="http://www.streetfilms.org/flvplayer.swf" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><param name="flashvars" value="displayheight=349&file=http://www.streetfilms.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/portland-sunday-parkways_768k.flv&image=http://www.streetfilms.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/sunday-parkways-poster.jpg&overstretch=true&showfsbutton=false&showdigits=true&backcolor=0x22313c&frontcolor=0xbfced8&lightcolor=0xc1d72e&volume=90&autostart=false&logo=http://www.streetfilms.org/wp-content/themes/woonerf/images/streetfilms-watermark.png&link=http://www.streetfilms.org&title=Portland’s Sunday Parkways OFFSITE&id=971&callback=http://www.streetfilms.org/wp-content/plugins/streetfilms/statistics.php" /></object><br /> PDOT 's decision on funding these corals is based largely on "destination"<br />and "visibility" considerations. Hopefully, the news about intended<br />bike lanes on 28th assuages any concerns over encouraging bike<br />traffic there. The intersections with Bike Boulevards or low-traffic<br />cross streets (Ankeny and Davis, as identified in the Bike There!<br />maps) still do make for good candidates and have already support among<br />adjacent businesses, another key for PDOT . For those interested, I've linked to the .pdf with the list of all the Metro funded projects here:<br /><a target="_blank" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id=19681">http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id=19681</a><br /><br />Thanks to everyone (Mom) who read my earlier post and advocated through the online forum.<br /><br />--HutchieSean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-61204410579552504462009-03-30T11:47:00.000-07:002009-03-30T11:52:31.189-07:00The Oregonian expands the divideWhat is it with <i> The Oregonian </i> and cyclist advocacy these days? Did anyone see the Jack Ohman's caption contest this week? <p><a href="http://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/jack_ohman/" rel="nofollow">http://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/jack_ohman/</a></p> <p>If you read this, submit an entry that satirizes the <i>O's</i> take on CRC, the Idaho Law, etc.</p>To read more about their editorial board's favorite target these days, go here:<br /><br /><a href="http://bikeportland.org/2009/03/27/oregonian-slams-btas-new-stance-on-crc/">http://bikeportland.org/2009/03/27/oregonian-slams-btas-new-stance-on-crc/</a>Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-42918405687957076782009-03-04T09:07:00.000-08:002009-03-04T09:15:45.663-08:00Some Numbers...Bloggity,<br />You're tired of the same old excuses: work, two kids, diarrhetic cramping. There <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> good news. I'm halfway through the Year of the Bike--200 days to be exact. Excluding weekends, holidays and telecommutes that's 115 commute days or...<br />1610 Miles<br />80,500 Calories<br />1575.5 lbs. of Carbon Dioxide reduced.<br />So, I guess I don't' feel that guilty about not blogging.<br />Gotta run (see excuses above)!Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-54438091242320965902009-02-03T09:32:00.000-08:002009-02-03T13:52:02.181-08:00Groundhog Day vs. the Butterfly EffectTwo movies from 1993 introduced sophisticated scientific concepts into the popular lexicon. Well before February 2nd, 2009 the term "Groundhog Day" had become synonymous with a kind of tragic deja vu--the feeling that one is doomed to repeat the same scenario repeatedly until reaching some transcendent epiphany that looses that entrapment. The "Groundhog Day" phenomenon owes a nod to the idea of a parallel universe as suggested by the theory quantum mechanics. It was boosted, of course, into the public consciousness by the Bill Murray movie of the same name.<br /><br />And it was Jurassic Park--cue Jeff Goldblum's nervous tic--that took Chaos Theory to the masses. Specifically the concept of the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect">Butterfly Effect</a>" as suggested by the late mathematician Edward Lorenz who theorized that the "sensitive dependence" of weather patterns were so significant that a butterfly flapping its wings in Florida could cause a tornado in China. This idea is most commonly used in modern parlance to suggest one small change that causes a ripple of various effects.<br /><br />This relates to my bike commute how? Well, I started the day yesterday feeling like the bike commute was Groundhog Day, the same thing over and over. And then on the way home, kind of accidentally, I veered from my normal pathway and realized how much change had occured--a cut-through blocked off, a house remodel--just a block or so off my normal course. There's safety, reliability in known pathways; there's value in intermittently veering from the path. Change means nothing without some constant to guage it by; repetition breeds boredom.<br /><br />Which category of commuter do you fall in?Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-91570207209772557242009-01-27T08:31:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:32:56.697-08:00Snow Commute HaikuCute, white, wet. You blitz<br />my face like tiny pin pricks.<br />Welcome, snow. Now go.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-8839316983750773052009-01-19T20:07:00.000-08:002009-01-19T23:12:10.060-08:00Viva La BackpackIt was the early Nineties when I first attended college. A lot of kids were slinging their backpacks over one shoulder in those days. Not me. I always afforded the backpack it's proper respect. A strap for every shoulder, plus one that rides like a Breathe Right strip across the chest--barely touching the bottom-most border of the areola. I remember my blue canvas sack with a reinforced leather bottom that I used to smuggle Molson Goldens into a Pearl Jam concert.<br /><br />Christmas of 1998 my older brother Bryan bought me an REI model that was what I call a triangle pack--not to be confused with a messenger back which was the rage during those days. Rather than a strap over each shoulder, there was one shoulder strap and a side strap that connected to the the main front strap for an ergonomic and fashionable hang. When I was in grad school I would load it up with 3-d modeling textbooks and head down to enjoy the media circus around the Ray Lewis murder trial outside Coca Cola World in downtown Atlanta. I would later be married across the street.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7rhPN_InBgJOZcHOPoW0V15XUw1dED_f4pq-hq5gQ14FpD9p3f9IEsoFpMVF-QsvxWOfLEZcp5ZLk6VobP76XLYudGaohVnDb2YQ2NWWNVifjdEsVtg0OhDI3e1wDKIiwU3ayyFEFY99/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7rhPN_InBgJOZcHOPoW0V15XUw1dED_f4pq-hq5gQ14FpD9p3f9IEsoFpMVF-QsvxWOfLEZcp5ZLk6VobP76XLYudGaohVnDb2YQ2NWWNVifjdEsVtg0OhDI3e1wDKIiwU3ayyFEFY99/s400/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293244340232683746" border="0" /></a>I started my patch collection before I even had the backpack. I think my earliest patch dated back to 1991 and the summer I spent studying in Innsbruck, Austria. I knew I wanted a patch for a backpack or a travelling knapsack of some sort, but wanted to save it for the right one. By the turn of the century this new pack already boasted a wide collection of travel keepsakes--the trip to the Southwest where I got engaged populated the bag with several patches from a variety of National Parks we visited. I'm not sure if I put a Lake Powell patch on that pack, but that's where I popped the question. I'm a big fan of the original <span style="font-style: italic;">Planet of the Apes</span> movie and also the Edward Abbey novel <span style="font-style: italic;">Monkey Wrench Gang</span>, so I kinda killed two birds with one stone on that stop (never realized before both works invoke primates titularly). The night I proposed I got drunk waiting for something magical. There wasn't much to do at the primitive campsite. Earlier in the day we'd set up the tent and went for a meal at the resort restaurant. When we returned the tent was gone. I thought it had been stolen, but noticed some green fabric in a ball some 200 yards away. Turns out there were 80-mile an hour windstorms that ripped the tent out of the ground. Some other campers had been nice enough to track it down and lay some rocks on it. I later thanked them and they admitted they'd only done it because they thought it was their tarp. We still camp in that tent. I haven't repaired the slight rip across the roof it incurred that afternoon.<br /><br />My wife sewed the patches on my backpack. It was Gortex-lined, so the needleholes degraded the waterproofing. But it was the pack I'd waited years for. There's one on there with a frog from Costa Rica where we spent our honeymoon. Another with a lobster from Boston where I saw the Braves play the Red Sox thanks to a jiggered radio contest the summer before I moved to the Northwest. A few years later the zipper broke on that pack. It sort of rendered it unreliable as a means of transport. I may have even added a few patches after that--where else was I gonna put them? In the interim, I'd received Ortleib Pannier bags one Christmas: 2003, I'm guessing. We pronounce "Pannier" the French way even though Ortleib is a German company.<br /><br />My wife works for an apparel company, and so I'm the lucky beneficiary of random items, including a similarly styled tri-corner pack. Since the onset of the Ortleib era I haven't had much reason to revert to the pack. I enjoyed that unencumbered feel of having nothing on my back while I ride. Then last week, I left my bike at work over the weekend. We went out for drinks on Friday; it was freezing cold. So I figured I'd just get a ride home. I wound up taking the bus in on Monday morning. I didn't want to carry my Ortleib bag over my shoulder. If you've done it, you know the little hook juts into your back. Not at all ergonomic. So I went back to the new/old backpack. And it's enjoyed something of a renaissance the entire week. It's cold enough that back sweat is not an overriding issue. It just felt right, familiar. If you haven't used a backpack in a while give it a try. You might be pleasantly surprised.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-86610467972948769652009-01-18T09:40:00.000-08:002009-01-18T10:02:41.778-08:00Take, These Broken WingsYesterday evening a thing happened to me. At the corner of Houston and Broadway, I was pedaling full speed when my bike splits in two. I land on my feet running between the front and rear wheels, and after 10 yards of this I slow the three of us to a stop. I pick up both ends, still connected by the break cables, and dash for the sidewalk just as the next wave of Sixth Ave traffic begins to whoosh by. This all transpires in less time than it takes to type “Oh my.”<br /><br />I prop what is now a unicycle tethered to an anchor against the nearest signpost. I swing my head around looking for some explanation. People walking by don’t know what to think of the situation. Two weeks ago I dropped $30 on this bike to get the breaks working. Can I take it to that place and have them weld the frame back together? I refuse to ride the train to work again. Not again, not me. I do have $400 in cash. But I’ve come to love this bike. White, athletic, stripped of the gear-changing apparatus. Born in 1909, cast in molten lead and depleted uranium, christened with a bottle of Night Train. Three cranks and it morphed into a herd of bison. It was a Manhattan bike – the kind that can cooperate with the front of two cabs and the back of a Chevy Tahoe. This bike never had a name. My first commuting bike. The kind of bike that doesn’t get stolen, unless a MOMA curator happens to walk by. How could I have let this happen? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe the bike itself chose to let go at the just right moment to spare my life. You know, Jesus did that.<br /><br />I chain the two pieces to the post and make my way down Houston. I haven’t absorbed what just happened, but I still have an obligation to roast a chicken tonight. Now I am immersed in five lanes of sheep shuffling east and west through the cryogenic wind tunnel. The same sheep that refuse to look both ways when they step out of a cab. A bike zips by, but there is no epiphany in the spindrift floating in its wake, at least not within reaching distance from this icy sidewalk. I’ve been commuting cross-town for 18 months, five days a week, that’s over 700 rides down Houston. Never mind the Manhattan circumnavigations, the trips to the Bronx, riding the ferry over to Breezy Point. I need a new bike, I tell myself, tough guy that I am.<br /><br />By the time I get to Whole Foods my spirit has dropped to knee level and I realize I would have been home right now if the bike hadn’t split in two. I snare a plastic bag and start picking through the brown mushroom trough, which neighbors the exotic egg section, but tonight there are no ostrich eggs with the green $29.95 stickers on them. Just quail eggs. I feel as though my own ostrich eggs have been replaced with quail eggs. Let’s call mine pheasant eggs, given the clutch landing.<br /><br />Then I see her. Mary Kate or Ashley Olsen. Olsen - a Viking hero. Am I spelling it right? God knows. She picks up an onion and her eyes grab hold of mine. The realness is too much. I quickly redirect my gaze to the guy she’s with, who’s wearing sunglasses, even though he’s not a celebrity, and he’s – did he – I think his tongue touched the mouthpiece of his cell phone. Mary Kate or Ashley Olsen, I remember you from Full House, when I lived with my mom and grandmother in a 3-bedroom house, which could be considered a full house, but without Stamos, are you still in touch with him? I take my time selecting Brussel sprouts so I can turn and take another look or two. I’m no star f***er, as Irene would say, but I must be sure. Yes, it’s one of her. I wonder, are they shooting a follow-up to Beyond Thunderdome? In this weather? Olsen is all ragged lace and droopy grey hems: the post-apocalyptic nymph busily foraging through layers of catalytic converters and rusted oil cans when Mad Max enters her auto-graveyard realm. Can she be trusted? She barters a dubious Firebird for Max’s blue heeler. As Max drives away we see her constructing an over-sized hamster wheel in the background. It’s a dispensable scene – still, it will be the scene people miraculously remember when push comes to shove in a heated game of Trivial Pursuit ten years henceforth. I don’t know, maybe she always dresses that way. I’m glad she brought a coat because it’s 10 degrees outside, and we’re a long way from Ayer’s Rock.<br /><br />We part ways and I’m off to the free-range section. I wonder if the Olsen could see the loss in me. I think about how Alex and I used to play tennis, and whenever the score was 15-15, we’d yell “Olsen!” Mary Kate and Ashley were always 15 to me. But this one didn’t look 15, and that was unsettling. As unsettling as the prospect of bike-shopping. And having to walk back to reclaim my lock, and take this picture…<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5KDDSGghKH8xsrHUzWehZuVS_wH1JgVTDmjcAy3AElof_JJtta4VpB6rEFC_FVBevGyRS8oUo3LZVKhvThxTmoM5nI2O1O0uU2nJX1YghpvEpaA4R4bOk4Wt3SEN0_e49ubxuevIo4mY/s1600-h/Split_bike.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw5KDDSGghKH8xsrHUzWehZuVS_wH1JgVTDmjcAy3AElof_JJtta4VpB6rEFC_FVBevGyRS8oUo3LZVKhvThxTmoM5nI2O1O0uU2nJX1YghpvEpaA4R4bOk4Wt3SEN0_e49ubxuevIo4mY/s320/Split_bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292691476306434850" border="0" /></a>Shervin Hess et alhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06699932254897398125noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-2406341700968265802009-01-12T16:42:00.000-08:002009-01-12T17:04:07.537-08:00Wheels Turnin'There's a lot of stuff going on in my world. I'm the "Bike Advocate" of my neighborhood association. As such I lobby for various bicycle causes in and outside of the Kerns Neighborhood Board. We decided this year to apply for a Southeast Uplift Leadership grant for a "Bike Safety and Awareness Day". It's a small grant for use promoting the neighborhood association's activities around some such cause. I'm pleased to report that we received the grant and will be branding helmets, lights and bells with the KNA logo as giveways (donations appreciated, of course). The fundraising, we hope, will pay for the larger goal of an installation of a bike corral off 28th across from the DaVinci Arts Elementary School. We have lobbied for a crosswalk at this intersection of the increasingly trafficked "Restaurant Row." So these projects, are interconnecting and feeding on the momentum of one another (as noted in a previous post we've actively lobbied for Metro's Twenties Bikeway proposal along this same avenue). We got a boost for our Kerns Bike Day this week with the potential partnership of PDOT's Sunday Parkways program. Janis McDonald will be speaking about the event at next week's Kerns Association monthly meeting, which, as always, is at 6pm on the third Wednesday of the month at Pacific Crest Community School. All interested parties are welcome to attend. Get there on time for pizza. We'll be looking for volunteer bike mechanics or bike performers for our Kerns Bike Day this summer, so please be in touch if you're interested.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-19225363522735630692009-01-07T09:14:00.001-08:002009-01-07T09:20:27.492-08:00The Word of the Day is Wind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/eb/Bubo_virginianus_-Canada-6.jpg/556px-Bubo_virginianus_-Canada-6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 600px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/eb/Bubo_virginianus_-Canada-6.jpg/556px-Bubo_virginianus_-Canada-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Happy New Year. Felt like I was doing the "Ride Against the Wind" mime routine this morning...<br /><br />Saw a gigantic owl under the Marquam Bridge on Monday. Looked like maybe it was injured. There was a guy about ten feet away from it on his cell, so I assume he was calling the Audobon or Humane Society. Looked like a Great Horned Owl.<br /><br />I'm thinking about returning my x-mas present and getting a helmet cam for my bike. Look for all this and more in 2009.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-63229640884482667802008-12-21T18:54:00.000-08:002008-12-21T21:03:03.707-08:00Please Stop Using Bikey as an AdjectiveCall me scrooge, a curmudgeon, what have you...but is "bikey" even a word? Not that I'm a rigorous linguist, I believe that the vernacular has to have room to grow and reshape as it has forever, but this psuedo-word is definitely suffering from overuse. I'll admit the first time I heard it I found it catchy, whimsical. Maybe even tried it on a time or two in print or conversation. But here's the thing: for it's own sake the use of the term needs to be reined in. Exhibit A: the home page of the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?q=bikeportland.org&n=-1&k=400000000010&sf=r&init=q&sid=e68826f167664cbb334f4c47ff9a8e86#/group.php?gid=33717578731">BikePortland.org facebook</a> group has no less than three invocations of the term currently. Such a unique and tenuous term needs careful handling during its gestation or suffer the fate of words that become inextricable linked to the time and place of their emergence, such as '80s Valley lexicon stalwarts "radical" or "totally". It's a word that calls attention to itself and should be reserved for use as a hook or surprise, maybe once every three weeks at most. Because everyone who sees it is going to use it, and then it's not special at all, now is it?<br /><br />Here's a Christmas message from my kids. I think I'll need to spike their hot chocolates with Motrin on X-mas eve to get them asleep.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVO8G_02ipWaaoThnxl0wPUnWTG55VyEk88wo4zJSO6b-_db40Zo4r2IaLVo8-8Z3hmAAUekYP0ibJ9sX1fw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />It's the first day of winter and we're blanketed by 8-inches of snow right now with more on the way. Longer days marks the first of several lifelines mother nature offers during this <a href="http://www.apple.com/downloads/dashboard/information/sol.html">tilt away</a> from the sun's love here in Portland, Ore.--exactly halfway between the Equator and the North Pole. Have you ever studied body language? If the earth and the sun were at a singles' bar right now the sun would be buying drinks and the earth would be pretending to look at something on her Blackberry.<br /><br />So what am I going to do with my extra minute of daylight tomorrow? I'm going to try to come up with synonyms for bikey.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-78865624059389609322008-12-16T19:41:00.000-08:002008-12-16T20:15:02.461-08:00The Streak Ends...Another Begins123 days. Today the streak of consecutive days commuting by bike was broken. "Wintry Mix" may be a confectionary delight with Chex cereal, pretzel sticks and white chocolate waiting to be invented, but it's also the forecast for Portland this evening. We've had five straight days without breaking the "frozone." Having telecommuted on Monday and with the roads improving, an office appearance seemed appropriate before we get socked in again. I would have been inclined to attempt the ride, but wanted to get the children and wife in safely. So I drove them to work and picked them up out in Beaverton. Yup, no bike today--but we carpooled!<br />I'm viewing my inertia in this blog to be seasonally affected. The countdown to the winter solstice at five days, the waning entries are bound to round the corner here shortly.<br />Ike wanted me to say, "I love my bicycle, thank you."<br /><br />Just found my old Star Search audition tape! Arsenio loved me, but unfortunately Sinbad was judging this week.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_SIRUq4uJE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-_SIRUq4uJE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />We listened to Hip Hop Lyrical Robot by UB40 about 8 times in the car today as the traffic was horrific. I broke the streak with a real flourish, spending about four hours in the car with the drive out to Jenn's work, my job, back again and home. I'd much rather bike on ice to tell you the truth. Funny thing, so many people asked me if I biked today. About a dozen, I'd say. Hope I didn't let you down.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-76100111630890242582008-11-28T13:07:00.000-08:002008-11-28T13:27:30.077-08:00Bike Friday is Triptophan-tastic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cycletote.com/images/home/touring_cargo_utility_bicycle_trailer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.cycletote.com/images/home/touring_cargo_utility_bicycle_trailer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Bike log, DAY 105 (Commute Day 69)<br /><br />Well, I've successfully navigated the quarter turn of my year of car-free commuting. We've been having a relatively dry autumn here in the Pacific Northwest, but have had a dose of wet weather this month.<br /><br />My biggest impediment of late has been a back ailment. I've slogged through the last two weeks, but it makes it a little difficult to find the inspiration some mornings. Feels like I'm coming out of it now though.<br /><br />This month I received a very nice surprise from the good folks at Cycle Tote. My very own trailer donated by the company in support of my effort to abandon the car for a year. I came home from work to find a big package on the front porch. They, like New Belgium and Black Sheep, are a company based in Fort Collins. I will have to plan a touring trip with the family. Tallulah keeps asking me to get her a bike seat, and I have promised I would. Any suggestions? The Burly trailer she currently rides in is getting a little cumbersome as Ike has moved on to a bike extension set up.<br /><br />My thanks to everyone who has encouraged me over the last 3 1/2 months. Hard to believe that I'm almost one-third of the way through.<br /><br />Happy Cycling,<br /><br />SeanSean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-41256792279034992822008-11-21T19:20:00.000-08:002008-11-21T20:33:06.909-08:00Tell Metro Where to Put ItWhere to put $21 million worth of transportation funds, that is. Metro is currently seeking input as to which projects to greenlight with <a href="http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id=19681">Regional Flexible Funding</a> dollars. From the <a href="http://www.bta4bikes.org/btablog/2008/10/28/last-listening-post-on-metro-transportation-funding/">Bicycle Transportation Alliance blog</a>:<br /><blockquote><br />The process by which Metro allocates federal dollars for bicycle, pedestrian, transit and freight projects began last month. Metro has narrowed down the list of possible projects to $58 million worth - <em>but there's only $21 million to spend!</em> </blockquote><br />But more specifically tell them how to spend, or rather why they should, the $2.1 million required for the <a href="http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id/28702/section=detail&project_id=1302&include_content=false">Twenties <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bikeway</span></a> proposal. The deadline for comment is December 1. From the Metro website:<br /><br /><blockquote>The Twenties <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bikeway</span> is a proposed bicycle facility running north-to-south parallel to the Interstate 5 and Highway 99E Regional Mobility Corridors. The Twenties <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bikeway</span> is a 9.2-mile corridor, of which 2.3 miles currently exist as bicycle lanes. Of the remaining 6.9 miles, 5.5 miles are to be developed with bicycle boulevard treatments and 1.4 miles are to be striped with bicycle lanes. Route is on NE 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> from Lombard to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ainsworth</span>, NE 29<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ainsworth</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Knott</span>, NE 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Knott</span> to SE Madison, SE 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span> from Madison to Stephens, SE 26<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">th</span> from Stephens to existing lanes south of Woodward. Project also adds improvements on SE 27<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">th</span>, Crystal Springs Boulevard and SE 44<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Bybee</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Harney</span> Drive.</blockquote>This will fill a direly needed link in the network of dedicated bike passages in the heart of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">eastside</span>, residential Portland. Remarkably, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/05/us/05bike.html">"Bike City U.S.A."</a> has no dedicated north-south corridor for bike traffic from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Eastside</span> Esplanade all the way to the I-205 bike path (which has been frequently closed in sections over the last year for construction of the new MAX line).<br /><br />Don't believe it. Check it out for yourselves:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtgNG2zNpX5_0FNvWEUipPX5PQu4tL-uGdt2GtK3tgOE968D8jg8Oit0buR0uPI2iKPuwIqVccPHuQ3wfgVt6JFTxUxfN3_7TvbsQwVEaDQM-5l_QVr2U-SfwiN7w2GfXga7VI2oPfyMx/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtgNG2zNpX5_0FNvWEUipPX5PQu4tL-uGdt2GtK3tgOE968D8jg8Oit0buR0uPI2iKPuwIqVccPHuQ3wfgVt6JFTxUxfN3_7TvbsQwVEaDQM-5l_QVr2U-SfwiN7w2GfXga7VI2oPfyMx/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271327953205455858" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This map is produced by the <a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/TRANSPORTATION/index.cfm?c=34749">Portland Office of Transportation</a>. Similar to Metro's famous Bike There! maps, the purple and blue lines are multi-use pathways and bike lane striped roads respectively.<br /><br />I'm often flummoxed as I look at these maps and try to figure out how to head out to neighborhood street festivals and the like with the family in tow during summer. My wife likes to feel safe in local traffic on a bicycle, especially with our young children in the bike trailer and tag-along bike extension. I'd even like to go to the grocery store on the bikes with the whole family so we could totally abandon the car on the weekends, but traffic on 28<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">th</span> over I-84 can be kind of treacherous. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Banfield</span> is really the concrete river of Bridgetown that channels traffic north-south to certain corridors in the same way that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Williamette</span> does East-West.<br /><br />So please, if you live in the area and feel likewise, or if you support the example the city sets for the rest of the country, take this opportunity to address a shortfall of Portland's otherwise deserved bike <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">friendly</span> reputation.<br /><br />Click here to comment in favor of the <a href="http://www.oregonmetro.gov/index.cfm/go/by.web/id/28702/section=detail&project_id=1302&include_content=false">Twenties <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Bikeway</span></a>.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-15049201660826457422008-11-19T22:07:00.000-08:002008-11-19T23:10:15.958-08:00Welcome Carlitos Gillette<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ngGlEvy_1bATHM:http://www.drfad.com/images/wallwalker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 87px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ngGlEvy_1bATHM:http://www.drfad.com/images/wallwalker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's been a while. There were a couple of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ridden's</span> windows knocked out and some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">graffiti</span> tags on the west side of the building. Inside there was a pair of adult diapers and a full <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">palette</span> of indoor soccer balls. Also, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bonobo</span> feces and a Lance Crackers peanut butter-and-malt plastic wrapping.<br /><br />Now this isn't about pointing fingers or asking anyone for money. But there needs to be a certain amount of recognition as to the level of commitment an operation like this entails. For just the price of a cup of coffee, a scone and a King-size Charleston Chew a day, you could finance both monkeys and typewriters via a low-risk annuity fund that in twenty years would produce more replica diplomas than you'd know what to do with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://selectrefreshmentservices.com/clientuploads/images/products/Lance_crackers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 100px;" src="http://selectrefreshmentservices.com/clientuploads/images/products/Lance_crackers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Look, I'm not suggesting you run out and quit your job, leave your family and get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">subdermal</span> gill vents. That's so 2012. What you want to do is draft a strongly worded letter wherein you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">politely</span> suggest to your maker a physiological impossibility. I'm just saying.<br /><br />Whoa, settle. The 80s references were fun but let's get real. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Everyday's</span> not sunshine and jerk chicken. Nor is it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">clacker</span> balls and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mentos</span>...or even Wacky Wall Walkers. So screw your head on right and get your ass back in there! What you do with your elbows, kneecaps and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">phalangeal</span> is your own business and not appropriate discourse in this forum.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-63791497250779431652008-11-13T09:40:00.000-08:002008-11-13T09:44:33.370-08:00My Telecommuting Nemesis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM34sBaQfmzdohBla1sdu3BK9ahmmw4wi76j6EL6U_SMjv4eUoSWyr8lBMJHWi_NIu8rdY00akD8hYK4y4or60GIFhuqHIWNMTVnmBPxz0LbuWcpzJuayfZEn6jthxWCuqvaIviZBWN9p/s1600-h/telecommutergrapes.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrM34sBaQfmzdohBla1sdu3BK9ahmmw4wi76j6EL6U_SMjv4eUoSWyr8lBMJHWi_NIu8rdY00akD8hYK4y4or60GIFhuqHIWNMTVnmBPxz0LbuWcpzJuayfZEn6jthxWCuqvaIviZBWN9p/s320/telecommutergrapes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268199376373136642" /></a><br /><br />So about two years ago, I enrolled in Midtown Atlanta's Commuter Rewards program, which dishes out fabulous cash and prizes (aka $10 gift cards) to commuters who keep a log of their clean commutes online each week. At the end of the month, they send out an e-mail with a list of winners and top achievers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYdAj_aTJtiw3QRWgSETyQEGH1-AfZfNHlAiPxq0m3MVHs6NDNo6tCti6LVmxesplEDqweyFDuMaPRQqeK3M7YvNY3EM-bIf1E0-CYncyPNIA4jqEQqL4P8yRUjWg-iHjdJNUTdFJCIU_/s1600-h/telecommuter.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVYdAj_aTJtiw3QRWgSETyQEGH1-AfZfNHlAiPxq0m3MVHs6NDNo6tCti6LVmxesplEDqweyFDuMaPRQqeK3M7YvNY3EM-bIf1E0-CYncyPNIA4jqEQqL4P8yRUjWg-iHjdJNUTdFJCIU_/s320/telecommuter.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268198673141140882" /></a><br /><br />Imagine my chagrin to see that this month's top clean air "commuter" is a dude who logged "112 telework trips in a 90 day period." This begs the question: How does a person telecommute more than once a day?<br /><br />Adding insult to injury is the inherent lack of effort involved in "telecommuting," especially when compared to the mortal peril of riding a bike to work in downtown Atlanta. I picture this person reading his e-mails in a cozy, softly lit breakfast nook, ripping into a pepperoni hot pocket while I dodge right-turning Escalades and have kids on the sidewalk throw old Reeboks at my face.Hutchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885040782251416369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-62724142263044514142008-10-30T22:28:00.000-07:002008-11-01T06:38:19.796-07:00Mickey Mouse Panhandler Traffic Hazard?!?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUnNfAQevmwo3dfPVT7NT2uBcdYaPg0JJmFeITg57sxPcpm2ngJcJwhLI9qLmOHSUuCIINrjQo4djMXafTY5ydvgRq4BGW16aCZr1z4iELnuofDRXgClycvJqj-Ru1O0GBgCpk1bi-SypK/s1600-h/closecall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUnNfAQevmwo3dfPVT7NT2uBcdYaPg0JJmFeITg57sxPcpm2ngJcJwhLI9qLmOHSUuCIINrjQo4djMXafTY5ydvgRq4BGW16aCZr1z4iELnuofDRXgClycvJqj-Ru1O0GBgCpk1bi-SypK/s320/closecall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263203492818106322" border="0" /></a><br />People. You gotta love 'em...and/or question their core motives.<br /><br />I've been following the Bike Portland blog for awhile and lapping at their saucer all the while. One feature of the site that particularly intrigues is a geographical interface where users can map close calls for the community at large. A kind of google maps to alert bicyclists of trouble spots.<br /><br />My work commute looked nearly free of the color-coded pins that connote reported scrapes or possible problems. The only spot that did have flags was west of the Hawthorne Bridge.<br /><br />I should preface any further remarks with the following disclaimer: my daughter loves Mickey Mouse. People who know me know I love a good non sequitur; this actually isn't one. The corner in question is one typically occupied by a tuxedo-ed pan handler who wears Mickey Mouse ears and plays trumpet during evening rush hour. The kinda guy you want as the subject of your very first student film.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklVJrNmv1IjzlppUHPF8WQAnE_z7_mI_-RbeRNby8iuGPCGkYS6Di6laBk3inxzUuxtmoxsUXt5JY0znTqGm_uUOkXaEv1nUPBQHV44hLQnc2Ib5nIrAZ7CtOliy0Ndg0uw9iaQSB_vCm/s1600-h/Image013.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiklVJrNmv1IjzlppUHPF8WQAnE_z7_mI_-RbeRNby8iuGPCGkYS6Di6laBk3inxzUuxtmoxsUXt5JY0znTqGm_uUOkXaEv1nUPBQHV44hLQnc2Ib5nIrAZ7CtOliy0Ndg0uw9iaQSB_vCm/s320/Image013.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263682746811338162" border="0" /></a><br />So I was surprised to see multiple reports citing his existence here as endangering bicyclists.<br /><blockquote><br />This fellow camps out on the corner in rush hour in a white suit. He waves flashy things, smiles and plays trumpet badly for tips. This activity obscures a cyclist's view and makes it difficult to see merging cyclists and pedestrians crossing the bridge. It also annoys drivers who inch up further from their normal stopping place, trying to see the road and get out of eyesight of this guy. When cars move forward a cyclist cannot proceed straight but must U around the hood of the car. I haven't been hit but see the potential. Please get the city to do something about this.</blockquote><br />I've never experienced him, let's call him Goofy for the purposes of this post, I've never experienced Goofy as anything other than a delightful momentary distraction on the ride home. Back in the days of Johnny, I even tipped him a time or two for the merriment his sublimely infectious, and impossibly over-sized, mouse ears brought to my toddler daughter--needing a distraction while stuck in traffic.<br /><br />But some bikers out there think the city needs to "do something about this."? As Mickey would say, "Gosh!"Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-35656506832547680002008-10-21T17:12:00.000-07:002008-10-22T09:47:28.969-07:00You heard?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2948182642_487b932063_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2948182642_487b932063_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There's a couple of new developments in the local bike community that have garnered much interest in the last few days. The first is<a href="http://bikeportland.org/2008/10/16/rose-quarter-is-officially-open-for-business/"> the opening of the two-way bike lane through the transit center in the Rose Quarter</a>. It's a place for bikers to meet, hang out, talk about their likes and dislikes while sipping on some great Indonesian herbals or, from what I understand, absinthe. Actually, it's a through route where once there wasn't (but, as always, there's no loading in the green zone). It's never been a major commute thoroughfare for me personally, but I know a lot of people where motivated to see this done. And now it is. I'm going to make my inaugural ride this evening. I'll report back my experiences.<br /><br />So I gave the new lanes a twirl last night on the way to swim lessons at <a href="http://www.portlandonline.com/parks/finder/index.cfm?action=ViewPark&PropertyID=1117">Matt Dishman Community Center</a>. It was over before I knew it. I can say that it's a heavily biked corridor. Mostly my experience confirmed <a href="http://byebyejohnny.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-seven-commute-day-five.html">my initial reservations about bike bells</a>.<br /><br />The second bit of news of interest to bikers is the <a href="http://www.bta4bikes.org/btablog/2008/10/17/portland-bike-light-enforcement-starts-soon/">issuance of bike lights by city cops</a> in advance of planned citations for not having them. This morning I had my first ever run in with police on my bike. Traffic was lined up at the five-way intersection at Burnside. So I did what I like to call the penta-coast through the gap in traffic on twelfth heading west on the Ankeny bike boulevard. I touched my brakes gently before cruising through perpendicular to the stopped one-way traffic. A safe move because the traffic's not going anywhere but admittedly illegal.<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&s=AARTsJoksjLwBrw_VwzASajBPVYXT2P3Fw&msa=0&msid=101679901419028835383.000459da3fb61003a8012&ll=45.521774,-122.654285&spn=0.010524,0.018239&z=15&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=101679901419028835383.000459da3fb61003a8012&ll=45.521774,-122.654285&spn=0.010524,0.018239&z=15&source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br />At the front of the line was a motorcycle policeman who communicated his disapproval over his PA. "You need to be content to stop."<br /><br />"Content to stop," the phrase stuck with me for the remainder of my ride. It was almost philosophical. Where else in my life could I apply this axiom. The ramifications of this reflective approach seemed endless, beyond the immediate biking application. I turned the phrase over in my mind repeatedly as I pondered it's meaning. And then I thought, "Maybe he said, 'You need to at least attempt to stop.' "Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-494268121343252862008-10-16T21:36:00.000-07:002008-10-16T21:41:38.440-07:00hey,<br />you know what's great on a bike ride? fresh asphalt.Sean P. Hutchinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02457945073935207889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7106066277266478889.post-24581507910355865492008-10-13T08:47:00.000-07:002008-10-13T08:51:45.854-07:00Bailout = Better Biking?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzOuAV9Ee9j3O3-M9VKo8dYpQbTfms444tNFKDp7UH5OTgyPgCDlF02bawWimJEsD_ZrXuqHxEVyGf4a4rByFtRUWaxlSt5uiv7fXUpvm64TxUm_6C3V4vZ6lCPO_rKilSok7buydolMy/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzOuAV9Ee9j3O3-M9VKo8dYpQbTfms444tNFKDp7UH5OTgyPgCDlF02bawWimJEsD_ZrXuqHxEVyGf4a4rByFtRUWaxlSt5uiv7fXUpvm64TxUm_6C3V4vZ6lCPO_rKilSok7buydolMy/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256666723269655762" /></a><br />Living in a state whose legislators tend to focus their energy on <a href="http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/stories/2008/05/14/bills_0515.html ">better shootin'</a> and <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/06/17/ten-commandments-con.html">commandment postin'</a>, I was amazed to read about Oregon Rep. Earl Blumenaur's successful maneuver to <a href="http://greeninc.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/10/13/buried-in-the-bailout-the-bicycle-commuter-act/">attach a bicycle commuter act</a> onto the federal bailout bill last week. I had to read the article twice to make sure I wasn't seeing things, but indeed, the $700 Billion bailout bill will also (in a small indirect way) help the plight of bike commuters.Hutchyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11885040782251416369noreply@blogger.com3