Looks like Madison is getting a bike sharing program. Trek is teaming up with a couple partners to offer a program using the B Cycle that’s been used in Denver, Chicago and Hawaii. They plan a May start time with 35 bike stations and 350 cycles. Trek has guaranteed to sponsor it to the tune of $1M to make it work.
Back when I lived in Madison in the ’80s there was an urban myth about another time when they started a bike sharing program with yellow bikes that the punks proceeded to throw in the lakes. Maybe the punks will be better behaved this time.
I’m on a short trip to warm weather, and our crew rented bikes to get some extra independence and explore. I gotta say, while riding in a Minnesota February is possible, riding here in February reminded me of the joyousness of riding a bike.
Of course, I had to use it as an opportunity to explore what it feels like to bike in San Diego, too. We spent all day Sunday tooling from our hostel to La Jolla and back.
The take-away: If it’s a choice between San Diego infrastructure + San Diego February weather OR Minneapolis infrastructure + Minneapolis February, it’s a toss-up.
San Diego’s bike infrastructure appears to have begun much like Minneapolis’ – as park trails for pleasure riding, although here it’s all about going along the ocean rather than around lakes. That stuff is (generally) nice.
As they’ve filled in gaps to get bikes from where people are to the ocean (and elsewhere), they’ve co-opted the shoulders of free-way-like limited access roads to add bike lanes. That stuff feels downright hostile! (This from a woman who rides Hennepin Avenue through downtown OR Uptown during rush hour without a second thought.)
The seaside isn’t all perfect – it was signed poorly enough that we found ourselves stranded at the end of a point rather than progressing along the beach to our destination. There were no “dead end” signs or “to [destination]” signs.
However, we did find a herd of dozens of happy, well-fed cats on the rocks. And, being on vacation, that was pretty nice. (If I’d been heading to a doctor appointment, I might have felt otherwise.)
Heading north or south from the hostel to beaches, the only routes included those former-shoulders of limited-access highways. There was no protection from the cars. Cars went REALLY fast.
One direction of this bridge included a sidewalk that felt like it was about three feet wide. Two people could not have walked side by side.
It was unclear what to do at the freeway-style entrances and exits.
The lanes also began and ended without much warning, so at one point the shoulder lane turned into an off-street path (good idea!) but there were no signs that we saw, so we kept riding along the freeway until we saw someone riding the trail in the other direction. A couple examples.
I can’t quite make up my mind about the Midtown Greenway in February vs. these terrifying shoulder lanes in wonderfully sunny, dry, 70 degree days.
Minnesota 9 months a year, San Diego 3 months a year?
(Photo credits to fellow traveler/cyclist Ethan Cherin.)