Tuesday, September 25, 2012


I would like  to thank whoever put that ghost bike on Morrissey Blvd.
Not only is it in memory of Mr. Doan Bui who was killed on that road that Friday night, but it will  also be a reminder that people actually do commute by bikes.
 I hope the ghost bike stays there and no one steals it or the police take it down.
Bikers are everywhere,  and that not just motorcycle bikers but pedal bikers as well.
Share the road.

Thursday, September 20, 2012


A woman with a Doberman was walking down a tiny side street in Port Norfork. 
 I was riding behind her quietly on my stealth-like bike.
  I announced "behind you". 

She kept walking with the giant vicious looking dog on leash .
" Excuse me I'm behind you,  coming behind you".  

Still  no response.
" Excuse me, Woman with the dog, I'm coming behind"
She finally responded,   annoyed as hell of course, "I know I heard you."   (OMG, I thought, she is so flip) 
I said  to her still patient,  " I didn't want your dog to  attack me" as I pedaled passed her and her dog.
Still unreasonably annoyed at me, she said "it's not my dog".  
If I wasn't afraid of that dog and i wasn't such a nice person, I could have got into a tussle with her just from her attitude alone. 
Where's the kindness?  

And of course, that Port Rat was smoking a butt.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


Go with your instincts when cycling in this hellish traffic.  If your thoughts are telling you "don't do it". Listen up.
 I started out for my ride home, the winds were 20 mph,  the flags were stiff,  my office mate said "don't cycle home, take the boat"  he adviced.
 But I was really looking forward to the long ride home, the challenge of cycling without getting hurt or killed,   The experience of facing those car driving jerks.  I was gun-ho for the cycle home. 
 I had my light bike, my Specialized, I was pumped.   
I headed South and then doubt filled mind,  "maybe I shouldn't, maybe not".
And  then a wind gust swept me up and wobbled my bike and I thought ". What would happen if I got a gust of wind in Weymouth?  I would be killed. 
 I took the boat. 
 Man vs. nature, nature always wins.  

Tuesday, September 18, 2012


I've been away camping up to the Kangamangus Hgwy in NH.  Where I was:  Jigger Johnson Campsite, there was no electricity, no phone, no newspapers, no tv.
 I come back to find out two people died riding their bikes in Boston within 4 days of each other.
Mr. Doan Bui, 63 was killed on Morrissey Blvd.  That's my route.
And  a young woman in her 30s killed yesterday in Southie on A and West Broadway at 4 in afternoon by a truck.  God love her.  God love them both.
Someone please remind Mayor Menino that he has said we are a "World Class Bike City."  I don't think people die while riding bikes in world class bike cities.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I cycled to work monday morning.  That being yesterday.  I almost ripped my brakes off because I didn't use them once on the 26 mile ride in.  
That lady I "tapped" bumpers with in traffic ( See 9/6/12 blog: Will the Neponset River Bridge ever be finished?) filed an insurance claim against me and I pedaled to work with angry alacrity,  looking for her and her white jeep the whole way in.
 God is indeed good because if I had found her I would have thrown my bike at her perfect white Jeep and started a fist fight and pulled her hair. 

Lucky for her I didn't see her on the roads and more so, lucky for me. 
Anyway... so,  I cycled  at breakneck speed on anger energy, stopping for no one. I was riding on-sidewalks in Quincy,  I was passing buses on the outside, People were jumping out of my way,  traffic cops were holding back the traffic as I sped through the intersections.  My lungs were going to explode and I could taste blood in my mouth.  It was the best commute ever! 
By the the time I reached  D Street in Southie I was singing "smoke on the water" by Deep Purple.  

 If I could only have that energy every day.  

Thursday, September 6, 2012


I haven't been commuting by bike to work because:
   A: Its been raining or threatening to rain and I am a fair weather bike rider.  The guy in the cubicle next to me  bikes in rain, sleet, snow, hail and lightening.  He says he has to commute by bike, there's no other way, he lives around here.  He swears that all you need is a fender to go over the rear wheel so that mud and water don't splatter up on you.  He says "Get one of them and you can ride anytime"
  B: I can barely get out of bed in the morning.  My energy level is 1 and the thought of getting all my travelling gear ready is overwhelming right now.   I need a vacation.

I've been taking the car these last 2 days  and wondering why I'm driving to work.
 Its been an hour and 1/2 travel time because the traffic is ridiculous. bumper to bumper over the Neponset River Bridge, travelling 0 to 10 mph all the way in to town on the expressway.
Yesterday in that Neponset traffic, where by the way, the Staties are doing a terrific job of standing there.
 My car tapped the woman's bumper  in front of me,   I was trying to move up to get out of the way of the other drivers.  I didn't even know I tapped her car that's how light it was.
She got out of her Jeep, looking like a mental case and wanted  my insurance papers. I said "are you kidding? There's nothing there.  It was a tap."
"You hit me"
"It was a tap,"
  She was so angry, she took a picture of me with her cell phone.  I told her she was crazy and she said "No you are" but I got the last word in with "No, you are."  She got back in her car.
Then i had to drive behind her for the next 45 minutes all the way over the bridge. Cringing.

This morning I thought I would get a lucky break on a closer parking spot.
 There is a section of free parking next to my office building but the parking becomes legal starting at 9:30 am.  So most days people park there and sit in their cars waiting until 9:30.  This morning it was wide open,  plenty of parking.
It was 9:15 and the meter matron was there.  Standing just across the street waiting with her ticket book and pen in hand. There were about 5 or 6 cars already parked and they all had those orange neon parking tickets stuck in their windshields.  Bummer for them.   I hear a ticket around here is $75. a whack. That's more than 1/2 month's parking.
So I ended up at the usual mile and 1/2 down the road which took me 15 minutes to walk and so I was 1/2 hour late. That's better than yesterday, I was an hour late.
 Biking is better than driving.  Maybe tomorrow i'll have the energy to bike it.

Here's my bikes at home, getting dusty but not rusty because I keep them in my house.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


So listen to this,  one reader says he/she is a fellow bike commuter and he/she gripped to me that I'm ruining it for every single bike commuter everywhere because of that one time I went through a red light in Quincy and the heavy mad guy sputtered something thought provoking in my direction. 
 The reader sarcastically thanked me for ruining it for every single person who rides a bike in traffic especially him/her.  That's a bit harsh isn't it?
 I can only say, that reader rider must find it a great comfort to know that he or she goes by all the road rules. He or she must stop at every stop sign,  whether a car is there or not and stand with his /her bike and look both ways before proceeding. That's good because his/her action will offset my action. Ying-Yang. 
 Now I 'm not sure where that person rides but it can't be anywhere on 3A, because he/she would know that it is much safer for the bike rider to keep going than to stop and go. If you end up riding behind those automobile drivers, you will be squeezed  into the potholes on the side of the road on onto the sidewalk where the pedestrians are.   
Always safety first, so I don't mean zip out of nowhere like bike messengers do.  I mean the careful thought out ride.  Look all ways, in every direction,  make sure its absolutely safe, before proceeding. 
So to that upset person,  I apologize for ruining his riding and their life.  Because that's what he implied that I have ruined it for everyone.    

 As life threatening as cycling home is especially through Quincy and Weymouth, I wear a lime green/yellow neon light reflecting vest that I leave unbuttoned so that it flies like a flag on me as  I'm pedaling my legs off.   How can people not see me with that thing on?  
 But I don't think it's seeing me that is the problem, I think most drivers do see me,  they just hate to see bike riders on the road.   
I saw an old man on his bike and he had a bright orange neon x large tee shirt with giant black block letters on the back of his shirt that read " can you see me now asshole". He must have been about 70 years old. Good for him, he probably got that shirt as a gift from a loved one for Christmas or his  birthday. But bad for him because he wasn't wearing a helmet.  

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


By taking my lighter road bike I shaved off 20 minutes from my commute home yesterday.
But I'll tell you, it was hinky scary.
 I couldn't ride on sidewalks or in dirt or grass so I had to stick to the main roads with the cars and it was a busy, busy rush hour.
I screamed the whole way, going over that little Morrissey Blvd draw bridge with the cars riding along side me.  That draw bridge has about 10 to 12 feet of steel bumpy grate  that you can see the water down below if  you dare look down.
I'm starting to think that drivers in cars drive past you and then suddenly  forget about you because they drive ahead of you in bumper to bumper traffic and move closer and closer to the curbs, squeezing bikers off the roads.

I didn't get to go through my usually route through the beautiful Tenean Beach one of Dorchester's beaches. (See Tenean Beach blog)
 I went Morrissey Blvd. to Neponset River Bridge, no off-road.  And no bike paths because they're aren't any "bike paths".  Not where I rode.  It was exciting.

At Neponset Circle while waiting for the light to turn green, I met a young guy who was running his commute home.  He had his back pack on and we struck up a conversation.  He was running from Brookline to Quincy and then  he said he takes the Quincy train to Braintree where his car is and then a 45 minute drive home.  "Wow" i thought, "he looks really pale with dark circles under his eyes."
 He said it was his way of getting his exercise in for the day.  I don't know how healthy running all  that is but people are doing all kinds of things to help the commute to work.
And he and I both agreed that the drivers are maniacs not to be trusted.

Monday, August 27, 2012


I switched bikes today.  I couldn't do the mountain bike one more day, the thought of it; it's so heavy and slow.  I’m sick of other bikers passing me and watching them disappear up ahead in traffic because they're going at a good clip on road bikes.  
But of course nothing is free or easy and I had to gear up my Dolce Specialized to make it commuter friendly.  So I spent $24 on a new lighter lock, $30 for a light rear rack to haul my clothes and other stuff to work.  That was a quick $54.
Plus, I could count the new $50 bike bag that fell off my bike unnoticed and lost 2 weeks ago.   That's a total of $104. on bike expenses in a little under two weeks.   For that amount I could park hassle free for half a month.   I'm not paying for parking,  it’s the principle, I refuse to pay for parking.  
I keep asking myself, how am I saving?  I don't have a clue. 
I guess the only thing I am saving is my sanity (and that’s debatable) by not driving around looking for a parking space.

Here,  I would like to express a serious moment of silence for that poor fellow bike commuter in Wellesley who was killed last Friday. 
 Its obvious that biking is a dangerous way to get around because, despite what the local politicians say,  Massachusetts is not bike friendly.
The only way to improve bike commuting is to elect a politician who actually commutes by bike.  And that’s not going to happen because here in Massachusetts if you go any other way beside cars, the locals think you are a dink. 

Ghost Bike in New York.  We'll have them here soon.  
 In Memory of Alex Motsenigos, killed bike riding in Wellesley by a hit and run  Friday August 24 at 2 in the afternoon.

Thursday, August 23, 2012


I've been driving in most of this week because its the last week in August and I think that most people are on vacation.
There have been plenty of parking spots a mile away. So what if its a 15 minute walk to the office from my car? So what that I'm late because of the distance?   I'm not that late.  I'm averaging about 15 minutes late everyday.
 But its been so beautiful out there I took some very nice nature photos of geese in Southie.
I don't know if these geese are just passing through or if they found a nice home for awhile.

See that white truck waaaay in the background?  That little bit of shiny white next to it is my car.
Canadian Geese in South Boston

They must realize that the fence is protecting them from Goose killers

What a beautiful end of summer day and to get a glimpse of nature ... what a way to start a  day.
 A Co-worker saw me walking way down here and gave me a ride to the office.
 I refuse to pay for parking. I need that money for horse back riding.

Monday, August 20, 2012


Biking home. 
It's pretty cool cycling past parked cars  and  their windows  are open and people are sitting in them  talking.
 I get snippets of their conversations and I glance into the cars and catch glimpses of them as i pedal by.
Sometimes I think the people are holding hands, sometimes they appear to be doing more than that in the cars.
Every once in awhile I cycle by and i think its a drug deal going on.

(Picture to come later..)

Thursday, August 16, 2012


I took my bike on the Hingham commuter boat this morning, What a glorious way to go to work.  Sun, breeze, the smell of the sea..
I took this picture of  a plane landing at Logan Airport from the boat.

I have an OFD friend who used to take his motor boat to the edge of the runway, get out of his boat,  stand on the runway, pull his pants down and moon the pilots when they were coming in for landings.
Then he would see the sirens coming and he would hop back in his boat and take off. He never got caught.

That was the good old days with good clean American fun.
 Now if he did that he would be arrested and thrown in the clinker after a strip search of course.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Check out this weed, its as big as a tree. I should have stood in front of it to show how big it is.  This is not an abandoned building and it reaches the top of the building.   Its on E Street in Southie, near where I squeezed my car in between two SUV's.  I did not get a parking ticket probably because the cop couldn't squeeze between the cars to read my license plate numbers.

Here's a photo of a full length mirror someone abandoned in the patch of weeds next to the giant tree weed.  I thought it reminded me of the Caribbean,  Sunny and bright.

I had to take my bike today my boss needed Munchkins and coffee for his meeting.
 I picked up a box of Joe from Dunkin Donuts and 2 boxes of Munchkins. I managed all that on my bike. I'm getting good.

Monday, August 13, 2012


 Its Monday again and I fretted about how i was going to get to work today.
 I don't think I can get on my bike.  The thought of it is killing me.  Its too much.  Even just the thought of riding to the commuter boat is too much.
I'm taking a long time to recover from all the riding i'm doing,  I'm built like a fire plug and  I'm bulked out like an Olympic athlete from the biking, except I have a layer of fat over the muscles. Nice.
I can only think,  if biking was  the only way I got around,  I would be screwed.
I just can't ride today and I decided to drive in and park a mile and 1/2 away from my office.  So, I'm driving around at 7:30am,  looking for a spot on 1st Street in Southie and i'm wondering why is one side of the street completely empty, why isn't anyone parked there?
OH the signs say "No Parking Street Cleaning Mondays" -  Wow they do street cleaning?  I don't think I've seen a street cleaning machine in years.
They actually should do sidewalk cleaning and clean up all the trash on the sidewalks. The empty Dunkie cups, the empty ciggie butt packs, the loser lottery tickets, already scratched and pitched and don't forget the occasional syringe that you can find on the sidewalk down here on E or D streets.
I parked across the street where the sign said "Street Cleaning on Fridays.  And I walked and walked and I noticed 4 cops getting out of cruisers.  I think they were going to ticket up and down the street.   I'm going to have to take my bike tomorrow.

Thursday, August 9, 2012


I took it wicked easy the last two days and took the commuter boat in and back. The boat is real nice.  Relaxing.  I snoozed.  Its quiet and cool and smooth.
 I've been bike riding so much.  I felt like  I was hit with a baseball bat.
 I drove in early one day this week and I worked out in the gym.
There hasn't been much going on on the roads.  Its all the same. Crowded traffic.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


Today is Tuesday.  Oh man.  I woke up this morning and  my entire  body was work-out sore..
It was like I partied hard or something and my first waking thought was "What did I do to myself?"
 Then I remembered:  I cycled to and from work yesterday. Holy Cow.  Yesterday I cycled over 50 miles.
For the first time I cycled to work.
I started off, heading for the commuter boat and it was much less humid than it has been,  that I decided to ride  all the way to work.
Riding to work  was way scarier than riding home.
 The morning cars go twice as fast as the evening ones.
"Morning Rush Hour", they are not kidding.. And they drive so close.
Not too bad time wise.
 I decided that Mayor Menino is right. Boston is a world class bike riding city. That is, if you compare it to Quincy and Weymouth...
Even the Asian people who live in Quincy are afraid to cycle there.  Forget  about Weymouth, you don't even see people walking on sidewalks in Weymouth.
Everyone drives and they hate people who don't.
By cycling in and out to work,  I didn't spend one cent on commuting.
 But I'm not ready to do that every day yet.   I drove in today.

Thursday, August 2, 2012


The best part of my 26 mile bike ride home to Hingham is riding the last part of my Dorchester leg of my journey.
 I get to go on the Neponset River Trail. A true bike trail.
  I think the Neponset River Trail was developed while Tommy Finneran was Speaker of the a House. One of the best things he did.

The trail starts down behind Phillips Candy Store and ends in East Milton.
It is so cool along the Neponset River and its safe riding.
This is the beginning of the Neponset River Trail, also the beginning of Teanan Beach.
Pretty,  huh?
 That's the expressway above.

So, I'm cycling past Tenean Beach, and I'm wondering how many  bodies are buried there?
 They dug up one, maybe two people on that beach from the old southie gangsta day's.
 But, growing up i heard rumors that that's where they buried people who OD'd.  I couldn't help to think " I wonder if those people on the beach know they maybe on top of some poor old soul?"
Regardless,  that section of my ride is the best.  Unfortunately,  its not even a mile ride for me,  because I get off at the Upstairs Downstairs Club and ride over the bridge to Quincy, my most dangerous leg of my journey.
Tenean back in the hay day.
 Now there maybe be just one or two people on the beach.

Thursday, July 26, 2012


So I'm standing in my kitchen at 5:30 am yesterday (Wednesday), wondering how to get to work, feeling like I was roofy-fied the night before because of all this biking...
 Do I bike it or do I go wicked early at 7am to get a free parking space a mile away from the office? If I go early I work out in the gym because I have two hours to kill before the morning bell.
 Not wanting to do either one, thinking about banging in;  I look over at my pile of catch-all papers in the kitchen and  there is a "Second Summons for Jury Duty".
 I put that summons there months ago thinking the date was months and months away and I forgot about it.
So I read it and lo, there it is in black and white with yellow highlight "You are hereby summoned to serve as a Trial Juror on: Wednesday, July 25, 2012 at 8:30am.
Kismet, Serendipity, Coincidence,  Was it God or was it Odd?   Whatever.. I'll take it.  They have parking at the courthouse.  

Tuesday, July 24, 2012


Yesterday on my commute home some fat guy driving in the same direction as me yelled out at me from the comfort of his fat road-hogging SUV.
  I really didn't hear what he said, I  just heard "blah, blah, blah,  idiot".  
Taking my life in my hands, wondering if he had a gun on him and he would pull it out on me,  I pulled up next to him at the next red light and asked if he were talking to me.  
He started sputtering and yelling with his big fat mouth that bikes are suppose to stop at red lights. 
Now I know that,  and if it where a danger I would have stopped. 
But if he had ever been  on a bike he would know that its much easier to keep pedaling than it is to stop and then go. So when the coast is clear I keep going, always careful.  I'm the last person to want to get hurt.
The whole point of bike riding in traffic  is to try beat the traffic, not ride with it. 
He was a fat angry angry ugly dude. 
 I asked him why it bothered him so much what I did?  I wasn't near him or bothering him.  He didn't answer he just gassed it, I hope he wondered about why it did bother him so much.
Some people just don't like it when someone else gets away with something even if it is just a bike riding through a red light when there are no other cars around. It probably annoyed him that I got to go and he sat there at a red light. 
 Or maybe he has bigger issues at home.  Like, no one loves him.  He a fatso and an a-hole.

Monday, July 23, 2012


I took the commuter boat and my bike today even though it looked like rain.
I realize that the "American Dream" of having a job and working everyday is for immigrants. 
The new American dream for 3,4 generation Americans is being rich enough so that you don't have to work or  being rich enough that you can have a car with a driver.  
Or just having a lot of money so you don't have to care about how much it costs to get to work.

One of these mornings I'm going to bike into work and  see how that goes.  I'll let you know. 

Friday, July 20, 2012


I'm starting to like my commute home even in the oppressive heat.
By mile 10 or 11  I  have some sort of an outer body experience and  I'm not aware of my legs  pedaling anymore;  until I stop get off the bike and then I can hardly walk.  Pretty cool.

My phone got soaked in the Wednesday's flash storm, now I am out a cell phone. Whats that $100 to replace?   I was due for an upgrade anyway.

I drove in to work today for several reasons: 
1. because I have to get a new phone and stop at AT&T on my way home and;
2. I bought donuts for the office and couldn't carry them on my bike, and
 3. I lost out on that $8 from taking the commuter boat home.

I had to drive around for a half an hour looking for a parking spot this morning.  I couldn't find one so I parked in the visitor's lot. 
 I have to scurry out before two hours are up and move my car otherwise I'll have to pay for all day parking.   

  One more gripe... Can i just say that I have discovered that women drivers are the ones most unaware of bicyclists. 
 Women who drive their SUV's are also on cell phones and they don't look in any direction except forward.  They just drive.  I could be a child on a bike but they don't seem to realize there are others on the roads. 
Have a happy and fit weekend. 


Thursday, July 19, 2012



It rained during last nights commute home, so badly that I had to take the commuter boat home.
 It hasn't rained like that since Noah. It poured straight down.
 There was thunder and lightening and tornado warnings and electricity out in hundreds of places.
I debated whether to ride home in it or not.  But then I thought there was no way I could ride for an hour in that mess. I would get soaked.
So I found a nice clean green trash bag and made a shirt out of it and went down and waited with the rest of the Hingham commuters for the ferry.
 These knuckleheads were  waiting for the boat's arrival on the metal ramp that leads to the  metal wharf were the boat dock. That's crazy. What if a bolt of lightening hit it?
 I could see it in the news, "20 people had to be rushed to the hospital when lightening struck the dock they were standing on."
 The fog on the water created a white out. 
 It was like a Twilight Zone episode, when the fog finally lifts we'll be transplanted on the boat  into some child's bathtub.  
So anyway, bottom line.. I'm out 8 bucks because I had to take the ferry home.
 I can make up for that financial loss by not eating food.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Yesterday was a scorcha, today is going to be a scorcha and I hope its not going to be one tomorrow.
In  6 minutes from the boat at Rowes Wharf  to the office, my riding clothes were drenched from sweat.  Nice.  At least when I was coasting on my bike between all the construction trucks down in the Seaport District,  the warm air felt good against the sweat on my skin.
I haven't mentioned how much money I've spent so far this week on commuting and that's what this is about. Monday I bought 4 one way tickets on the commuter boat for $8.00 ea = $32.00.  Then I had to buy gas for my car because I needed it last night and that was $25.
But last week I didn't have to buy gas at all.
So did I save any money?  I have absolutely no idea.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


 Here is part of my Morrissey Blvd section of my bike route home in the "bike friendly city" of Boston.  The Dorchester section; Near UMass - Boston.
I'm thinking "they" (whoever they are)  don't give a rat's ass about Dorchester.  Dirty Dot is always the last on the list.  Unless you have a State Rep who is OFD.
Summers ago when I took the Ashmont train everyday to work,   I remember standing on the platform in Park St in the hot sweltry heat of the subway, a nice new Braintree train would pull in and open its doors, a rush of air conditioned air would spill out and felt so good. I couldn't wait to get on my Ashmont train just to cool off.  Well when that   Ashmont train  pulled in there wouldn't be any air conditioning in the train at all.  And it was always packed with all kinds of people just trying to get somewhere else.

So why should the Dorchester  "bike paths" be any different? 

This is a bike path?   It must be I see other people's tire  tracks there.

 Cycling at a good clip, head down, hoping to get through the rough terrain, I didn't quite make it.  I figure next time  I'll try going even faster. 
 I don't want to get off  walk my bike.
  You can't see it in these photos but there is a purple latex glove laying among the weeds.  There must have been an accident around here and the EMT left his purple glove behind with the rest of the trash.

Here is where you have to cross the street to continue on the bike path.  Notice its the Morrissey Blvd  exit from the expressway with cars coming down about 60.  Try this with kids.

Once  i make it past the rough patch and the expressway challenge i can then get on a nice bumpy sidewalk.  I can always ride on the street and risk getting killed there by motorists who hate bike riders.
It took me an hour and a half last night to cycle home.
 I think maybe because the head winds where equal to about an 8% incline on a treadmill and that rough terrain spill ate up some of my time.

Monday, July 16, 2012


OMG its Monday already!  Holy Crap why did I start this?
 I felt like I was drugged this weekend.  i think it was from cycling 26 miles every day to home.
 I slept until 10:30 on Sunday and I felt like someone had slipped me a Mickie....Or a bad ice cube.
On this morning's ferry,   I sat on the deck of the commuter boat and i felt like i was going out for a whale watch instead of commuting to work.
The mornings are always the best.

Friday, July 13, 2012


Its finally Friday of my first week on Plan B.  I cycled home 26 miles every night this week except tuesday.
I spent $24. total on my commute this week. And I didn't have to  buy gas for my car.
Last night's ride home was filled with hot excitement.  It was about 90 degrees and busy.
On my Quincy leg of the journey, I had a small incident:
Every single block was a red light. Its a one lane busy street but everything was slow because of the red lights.  There was a truck with "Needle Brothers Landscaping" emblazoned on its side.   It was a huge oversize truck hauling an oversize trailer. Big and scary when your riding beside it.
  This Needle Brothers truck was on my left and it kept passing me and then stopping at a light, I would catch up and pass him, then he would catch up and pass me, I would pass him, he would pass me and so on for 5 blocks.
Every time he passed me and stopped at the light he would leave smaller and smaller space for me to cycle through.  He was squeezing me into the parked cars on my right and  I couldn't ride on the sidewalk because people in Quincy actually use sidewalks to walk on.
I know the truck driver saw me several blocks earlier because we made eye contact.
 I yelled "Hey, Needle Dink share the road."  Thank God his windows were rolled up.

See you Monday, have a good weekend.

Thursday, July 12, 2012


My daily job commute is 26 miles to the seaport District in Boston from the South Shore, Hingham.

I’ve been parking illegally in some other businesses’ lot for the last 8 months and I came out of work to find a note saying if I park there again I "will be towed."  
Bummer, they caught up to me.  It was a good run but now onto Plan B - How to get to work without paying for parking or paying as little as possible for my commute.

Today I have choices of ways to get to work. 
I could take the MBTA Ferry, MBTA Greenbush, MBTA bus and trains. 
Or I can take my car and take a chance on finding a parking space or just bite the bullet and pay for parking.  We’ll see. Starting tomorrow


Day 1 on Plan B – I took my mountain bike and loaded it up with necessities
I brought my work clothes and shoes, my work ID, money and my license in case I get into a horrific accident and they will be able to identify me.  I didn’t bring any lunch from home because it would take up too much space in my bike pack, therefore the money for lunch.
Heading for the Ferry was just a 5 minute cycle to the MBTA Commuter boat in Hingham from my house.  $8.00 one way.  $16.00 Round trip.  That’s $80 a week.  OMG it went up also by $30.00.  But if I take the boat I can save money on gas and parking. 
So I decided to buy a round trip to check it out and see how it goes.
The Ferry was great, I felt like a jelly fish by the time we pulled into Rowe’s Wharf.  I was so relaxed I could have gone back to sleep. 
My cycle to the office was 5 minutes.  Then I had to change my clothes and get to my desk. I was 15 minutes late.
I decided to cycle home.  It took an hour to cycle 26 miles and no fear.


Day 2 on Plan B – I need to have my car tonight after work.  I have to be in Hingham at 6pm and if I take the ferry and my bike I’m afraid I’ll be all stressed out about getting there. 
So I left my house early at 7 am and drove into Boston.  The traffic was bumper to bumper all the way in.  Why is everyone driving?  Maybe because the T hiked their fees and now it’s cheaper to drive and park in Boston than to take the public transport.
Plus the accident on 95 didn’t help the multitudes. 
I figured I get into work early, early, early and find a nice spot close to my building.  I found a spot 1 ½ miles from the building.  Not a bad walk on a nice day. But what about if it rains?
Tomorrow?  The Ferry again. 


BMW – bus, metro, walk $6.00 one way. 



  The commuter Boat was packed, standing room only. Did the MBTA cut the number of runs for the boat?  No. Then why so packed? 
 I stood for the 45 minutes it took to get from Hewitt's cove to Rowe's Wharf and gazed out the open door with the sea breeze and the smell of the dark murky green water, 
 sending me off into a hazy relaxed daydream.  
The views from the boat,  the homes in German Town, Quincy, the long rusty bridge to long island and the MWRA sewage treatment plant flooded me with memories.
  My friend Kat who grew up poor in German Town, an old boyfriend who would jump off the Long Island Bridge  into the water for fun and the memory of an old acqaintance who worked at the sewage plant.  Where are they now?
 This commute makes me feel like I'm living in Washington State or somewhere else and working at a new place.  

But today on my bike I almost got killed by some bastard!!! 

 I was waiting in a middle lane by the BCEC at a red light and this guy in a giant grey SUV gunned it when the light turned green.  He was in the "left only" lane,  but he kept on straight.  I didn't expect to feel the swoosh of his van so close to me and I swore at him. "I could have been killed."
Looking forward to the long ride home.  By the way, my legs are killing me.


Commuting by bike..
The Mayor says" the City of Boston is a world class biking city", - HA! Sure!  
If you rent those city bikes- and go from point A to point B and you don't mind drivers giving you the finger and trying to squeeze you off the road.  
  But try cycling in Dorchester.  Especially on Morrissey Blvd near U-Mass.  There's a bicycle lane that's about 2 feet long then it disappears into nothing. 
or how about when the "bike path" aka sidewalk breaks up into a crumbling old tar path mixed with sand and giant rocks.  You either have to go 40 mph and get through that patch with centrifugal force or use a mountain bike in the lowest gear. This spot is only for advanced riders.  
Don't cycle there unless you want to walk your bike or worse, get a nail in your tire.