#Bikepath

[unbfacts]

In Lidzbark Warmiński, Poland, bike paths glow at night after charging from sunlight during the day.

[nagoyish]

A bike path boldly announces its purpose in the blockiest kanji imaginable. 🚲🧱

ドット絵かと思いきや、まさかの漢字「自転車」。このピクセル感、懐かしのファミコンか、令和の歩道か。いずれにせよ、自転車通行はOK。 🚲🉐

[amir2000photography]

Around the streets of Tel-Aviv #urban #photography #TelAviv #city #cityphotography #bikepath #TLV #Israel #cityscape #canon #r5mark2 #r5m2 📷🎗️

[edwintse-diary]

January 9 2024 Road Cycle

[maretriarch]

crashed my scooter today

[victusinveritas]

Once had someone try to rob me and I was having a rough time already with a pretty bad head injury a few days prior, and I wasn't sure if he was actually a ghost or not (the dead had been showing up to me, it was a really, really bad head injury and I should not have been out, but I wanted to buy meat or something like that), so I just said, look, yeah, I'll get it, come on, kept walking, and the guy gave up after about a mile. I was actually going to the only ATM I remembered. Since he'd stopped following me, I just turned around and ran into him again, waiting in the same weird little bus stop he'd first accosted me, except on my walk back I'd broken off a tree limb (Bartlett pear, don't worry) and demanded his knife, which he gave to me without argument. I chucked it into a nearby field and then threw the branch after it. He wasn't pleased but also seemed to realize that with both of us unarmed I'd beat the hell out of him and that I was a little unhinged. It's one of my first post-concussive memories that probably actually happened. Since it's a small city, I encountered the town mugger again, briefly, because he saw me at about the same time and just took off.

[fractal-unfoldment]

one of my clients gave me a beautiful Trek bike with Michelin tires for freeeee today 🥰 I was feeling pretty depressed about the warmer months but this just made me excited 🚴🏽‍♀️💓

[fatehbaz]

In just eight blocks of sidewalk in quiet neighborhood, walking through the not-quite-rain of a sunshower, today I encountered four missing shoe soles. Little pieces of plastic and rubber, detached from pedestrians' shoes, now lonely on the concrete, with the weeds.

No such thing, really, as a "weed", though. "Weed" is not a botanical term. Instead, describes perceived pests, at the discretion of the observer. At the discretion of the authority. Designated as weed by the one with power over that land. The agronomist, the rancher, the plantation manager. The weed wastes space that could otherwise be given to a monoculture cash crop, an "economically significant" plant. The weed interferes with the productivity of the plot of land. The weed interrupts the extraction. The weed diminishes the value. The weed doesn't belong in this place.

People are made to be weeds, too.

Some cities will designate you as a weed, and then they'll take action to pull you out. They'll uproot you. But it's not always explicit, like "we're outlawing loitering" or "we're outlawing taking a nap in the park" or "we're defunding the library". Sometimes it's quite clever, it's written into the physical landscape. Self-congratulatory "progressive" cities learn to co-opt language, to obscure the violence, to use and abuse space.

Thinking about things you might encounter, you might perceive, after you've been destitute, broken, lived at a homeless shelter, for years. Little signs of other peoples' misery. Indicators of desperation that some might overlook. And the way that environment shapes, and is shaped by, these miseries.

A friend asks "why is there always an unusual amount of scuffed detached missing shoe soles on this particular stretch of sidewalk? There are hardly any homes around here, it's all asphalt and empty lots, so where are all these be-shoed people coming from?" Because even though this is a wide expanse without either home residences or any kind of commercial or recreation space someone would want to visit, these blocks are the straight-line direct path between a low-income apartment complex and the cluster of corporate big box stores, and there's no bus line that runs between the two areas. "But don't the vast majority of customers of shopping malls and box stores drive vehicles, hence the obscenely massive parking lots?" Sure, customers drive, but guess who actually has to work at those places? An underclass of people living at that apartment complex with harsh restrictions and cheap amenities, who can't afford car insurance or who might be too physically disabled to bike. And so that apartment complex is a de facto "company town", the residents are essentially in confinement. It is written into that landscape. It can be read. "Why is there always debris, wrappers, coins, etc. in this particular quiet couple of blocks of the boulevard?" Because these blocks are between a thrift store and a same-day drop-in clinic, so many impoverished people will routinely be walking between these two locations. They attend their appointment, and then have forty-five minutes to kill before the bus comes back around, so why not check out the thrift store? The city and county collaborated and placed all the low-income assistance offices on the far side of town, which conveniently forces the poor and disabled to both stay away from the luxurious downtown district and also to waste their time making a four-hour commute, catching various connecting buses or else riding the bikepath, across the city just to attend a ten-minute-long appointment.

Then this spatial layout, this city's physical environment, will shape the physical body. This violence writes itself into the flesh. The way the denim is chafed and discolored on the left shoulder of someone's jacket from carrying a small backpack around by foot, day after day after day. The way someone's heart rate increases when they see a white and black vehicle in the periphery of their vision, subconsciously recollecting institutionalization and institutional abuse, or fearing what a ticket fee would mean for their budget (they might not be able to afford rent). The way someone develops a painful limp, maybe occasionally depends on a cane, because they had to walk great distances every day to get to work and their shoe sole fell off on the sidewalk, but they can't replace the shoes because their employer is underpaying them, and they're forced to stand all day at work anyway, and they already had some modest nerve damage in their foot because they've been rationing their insulin and can't afford their prescriptions, and federal medical insurance keeps denying them because their physical letters in the mail always show up too late or not at all, and groceries are too expensive so it's hard to get good nutrition to heal, but the diabetic nerve damage has by now damaged their digestive tract too so they have a strictly limited bland diet and can't enjoy the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal (if they can even afford a home, at this point), and all those "little" miseries add up, and now they're hungry, and in pain, because they were forced to walk kinda funny for a long time over all those decaying sidewalks with all those other weeds.

[ambergaype3]

Bikepath late at night.

[jrmwrm]

As a Dutchie, the lack of a bike option has forced my hand to choose 'other'. And so here I am, having to explain my culturally ingrained preference for the godgiven two-wheeled vehicle that is ✨️the bicycle✨️

I'm sure this has been done, but

[cartoontrashcat]

If I (on the sidewalk and far from the street) need to dodge one other bike because their fetish is driving parallel to the bikepath 1-2 meters into the pedestrian sidewalk, Im just throwing myself in front of them

[kaiyves-backup]

I discovered the new Little Island Park completely accidentally today while biking up the West Side Bikepath. I had no idea it had been built since I left NYU in 2019, when I used to walk up to Hudson River Community Sailing, there were only rotting wood pilings there!

[diocletiansbikelane]

Feels like the bikepath design in this 17 second clip tried to kill the cyclist like 3 times. Like, I’ve biked all my life - including routes where I had to share the road with cars - and I’d be way too terrified to follow the bikelane’s instructions to actively weave at an angle directly into the middle of traffic

[jaycee-com]

EARTH DAY Begins .. in the Pawtuxet River Valley!

EARTH DAY Begins .. in the Pawtuxet River Valley!

The April 26th EARTH DAY gathering will meet for a kick-off clean-up at the award-winning JAYCEE Corridor & Arboretum along the West Bay Bikepath (Rhode Island Greenway). 

 with  JCS Volunteers.

The event will take place at the Riverpoint COMMUNITY Park 106 Hay Street in West Warwick

 Contact the JCS for their season long schedule! For More Information - Contact: The JCS at Post Office Box 348 W. Warwick, RI 02893 ~ (401) 828-9191 (e-mail) wwjayceeskc@aol.com  - Rain Date: 4/27/25.

[pooh-beer]

viewing an apartment tmw thats pet friendly, in my price range (kinda), is in a PERFECT location right on the edge of town 15mins from work, on both the bikepath n bus route, within walking distance to several of my friends places, has a huge sunny bedroom + living room + cute tiny kitchen + wood/tile floors. and yeah i started crying n laughing all at the same time i cant explain how excited i am n how long ive been patiently both waiting and preparing to be ready for this moment.

[sheyshen]

there's these 2 people who've been recently walking their dogs along the bikepath they put behind our house. and they keep bringing their dogs up to the fence and it just annoys me so much. gabe's got an injury on his leg (vet thinks it's a sprain) and i'm trying so hard to keep him from running and not only is them doing this rude as hell, but it's also making it so much harder to keep him from sprinting out to bark at them