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I was initially tempted to consider Kerry Healey’s veto of “An Act Relative to Bicycle Safety” a parting shot of willful malice, but reading her note, it seems clear to me that it’s the result of cluelessness and incompetence: Healey thinks of bikes as a means of recreation, not transportation.
Given the price and environmental impact […]

the reluctant elevator
. . .made a feint toward outright rebellion this morning, stranding at least 2 parties before 10 o’clock this morning. Service technicians were quickly dispatched to break its will. I find myself surprisingly sympathetic to the elevator’s cause: goodness knows I’d be frustrated if all I could do all day was go up and down. […]

“Freshman [f-ing] faggot!”

I would have given good odds against anyone calling me a “freshman” ever again, and it pretty much made my day.
Er, I mean

“Come back here and say that to my face, you sophomore!”

On my commute, I see maybe a couple hundred cars, of which from 0 to 3 do something to piss me off on a given day. I see maybe half a dozen other cycle commuters (more if I go in late) of which from 0 to 4 piss me off on any given day. Hence:
You’re […]

a. “Don’t call me; I won’t call you.”

On Main Street, near the Medford/Winchester line, my cell phone slipped out of my pocket. I knew what had happened the instant I heard it hit. I screeched to a stop and slewed around. At the instant the truck’s tire hit the phone I was waving my arms […]

This is one of a pair of identical signs at a standard four-way traffic light with left turn arrows:

Interpreted literally, it seems to say that bicycles should only proceed on a red (or yellow light). That’s clearly insane. My best guess is that it’s really a “No right turn on red” sign specifically directed at […]

Goodbye to thee, helmet, though you served me well.
It may seem cruel, but I’d rather pieces flake off of you than from my skull.

If you ride a bike, wear a helmet.