Please welcome the Rochester Democrat and Chronicle’s new lifestyle site, RocEarth, to the internets:

In the D&C’s style, the site is awkwardly designed and serves as little more than a link farm to the newspaper’s main web site, but, there is a gem: a video currently embedded on the main page, called “Green Riders”:

The video series features a bunch of people who commute in different ways to reduce their carbon footprint, including one bike commuter, but also people who use gas-powered scooters, ride a gas-powered bus, and drive gas-powered cars. Brought to you by Hoselton Auto Mall, currently offering 2 models that get over 30 mpg. But I digress.

Here’s a direct link to the bike commuter profile. The vignette features Rochester resident Emily Lynch discussing her bikes, her bike-friendly community in the South Wedge, and her commute to the Rochester Public Market down busy streets.

As a gas-free purist, I took slightly less interest in the other 3 categories, but it’s good to see people making a difference in all sorts of different ways.

As any good bicycle safety resource will tell you, bicycles belong on the road. That’s where cars are going to see you, and it’s where pedestrians are going to hop out in front of you a little less. And although if you’re just getting into cycling you may find that riding street-level with cars may be a little unnerving, you’ll be much safer if you do.

That said, there are a few exceptions to riding on the road. I’m going to go over some of them here. Remember, if you choose to ride on the sidewalk for any length, be extra cautious. Anytime you cross a street from the sidewalk you should assume motorists aren’t looking for you. Be nice to pedestrians when you encounter them and don’t ride much faster than the speed they’re walking (here are some more tips for you sidewalk-using renegades).

OK, on with the list:

1. Momentary motorist distrust 

It’s best to assume, as a cyclist, that every motorist could go veering in any direction at any moment. In practice, this would make cycling on city streets prohibitively slow and paranoid. But it’s still good to have a handle on which cars are approaching you when. If a motorist seems unusually prone to veering, or if they are driving towards you in a way that indicates they have no idea you’re there, hopping up to the curb until they pass is the best idea.

You can, in part, rely on the sounds cars make (and perhaps the occasional head twist) to monitor traffic behind you. However, mirrors, invented 8,000 years ago, make a wonderful accessory to your bike and clue you in to approaching trouble you may not otherwise notice. They also allow you to do double-takes at other bikes out on the road without being so obvious about it. And they cost about $10.

Spot suspicious cars driving backwards towards you with a trusty mirror. 

2. Inclement weather 

You’re in an ice storm in the middle of winter, but no matter how big the metal studs on your tires are, you can be sure the motorist next to you is knuckling it on bald all-seasons. The best you can do when a 2-ton metal brick starts sliding around next to you is to put a curb between you and the brick.

Downpours can pose a different problem – potholes and poorly designed storm drains have their way of hiding underneath vast puddles. And as visibility drops, not only will motorists have a hard time seeing you, but vice-versa. Although you may be anxious to get out of the rain, playing it safer and slower up on the sidewalk may be the most prudent option.

3. Awesome shortcuts 

Part of being a safe city cyclist is using side streets when possible. Riding down the nearly-abandoned side streets in smaller cities like Rochester can be calmer, smoother, and often more picturesque.

The calmest of sides streets are that way because they aren’t open to “thru traffic,” but cyclists don’t always have to heed these traffic rules. Sometimes a pathway, a park, a footbridge, or a sidewalk connects dead ends to other roads and allows the street-smart cyclist to take these alternate routes.

Spend some time riding around side streets you otherwise may think you can’t get through, and you may be surprised at the options little footpaths give you.

My favorite shortcut in Rochester, which takes you from S Goodman and 490 to Oxford and Monroe. The numerous bike tire tracks in the snow indicate this shortcut’s popularity. 

4. Construction 

Construction often provides motorists with the terrible combination of sensory overload with confined shoulder-free lane space. Unless you’re prepared to take a lane and infuriate a motorist in standstill traffic because they need to wait 8 feet farther from their destination, it’s often a good idea to avoid construction traffic altogether.

Remember to be even more extra cautious if you choose to take the sidewalk. Motorists stuck waiting are prone to quickly turn off the main road and right into your path.

Henrietta + nighttime + construction = jump on the canal path as quickly as possible! 

5. Mixed use paths 

The long mixed use paths that may intersect your city like they do Rochester provide a great alternative to vehicular cycling. You’ll have to be aware of pedestrians, rollerbladers, unleashed dogs, woodchucks, etc. but oftentimes these paths are underutilized anyway. Unlike most sidewalks, mixed use paths are often specifically designated for bicycle use, but that doesn’t make them any more safe when you cross paths with motor traffic.

And in conclusion 

So those are my top five reasons for getting out of the way of cars and into the way of pedestrians. Like many things in the world of cycling, common sense and caution will go a long way. Do you have any good reasons for breaking the cardinal rule of vehicular cycling? Object to any of mine? Let me know in the comments.

UPDATED BELOW

I recently went on a nice little trip to Canada via Amtrak train, and decided to get to the station via bike. I took my “backup bike,” a Trek MultiTrack I picked up at an anti-war garage sale for $20 to use while my main bike was in the shop. I locked it up to a sign with a medium-quality cable lock and nothing else, and wished it luck.

While I was in Canada, I imagine a pair of bolt cutters made quick work of the cable, and when I returned I was greeted with this sight:

It was only a $20 bike, and I was un-stranded by Rochester’s reasonable public transit system, so I’m not too saddened by the loss. I had added an odometer, bottle cage, and kickstand to the backup bike, but nothing fancy like a new seat or an array of lights. The lock and helmet actually had more sentimental value than the bike itself, but I’ll always have the memories behind them.

I figured the bike would make its way to some other city and I’d never see it again. However, this post on Craigslist gives me hope that we’ll soon be reunited:

Wish us luck.

UPDATE: Unfortunately for me, “backup bike” was sold to a new buyer this morning at R Community Bikes. The group doesn’t buy bikes, they only accept donations, which makes this story all the more puzzling. Did a bike thief have a change of heart? Who knows! More if it develops . . .

UPDATE 2: RUDY! says in the comments: “Ah, maybe your bike was removed for being illegally parked (is there such a law) and subsequently donated?”

I had the same thought. I’m trying to get a hold of the manager at the Amtrak office – I may have to drop by in person if Amtrak headquarters doesn’t give me the contact info. Before I parked my bike, I asked the staff on hand about where to put it, and they recommended that spot. Who would steal it and go through the trouble of donating it – an Amtrak groundskeeper? The city? The feds?

Come one, come all, to the first officially promoted cruiser ride of the season!

Meet at 8:00pm at Monty’s Krown, or join us an hour earlier at Dog Town just down the street. To learn more about the cruises, visit the RocBike Cruise section!

I contribute to a Seattle “Zine” called DMFDP, and here’s one of my past essays on bike commuting: 

Americans love their cars. Cars are rites of passage, status symbols, objects of affection, and utility vehicles. They’re protective moving cages with environmental controls and sound systems, suitable for both long trips or short errands. For decades, cars have been at the center of American life.

But our cars are without a doubt hurting us. Automobiles are a major cause of death and injury. They run on fossil fuels, which create both short and long term problems. They contribute to noise pollution and encourage infrastructures that fracture communities and lead to sprawl. We spend a large portion of our incoming purchasing, maintaining, and fueling them. And to many, operating a motor vehicle is a stressful and sometimes scary experience.

But automobiles are a basic necessity in modern America, right? Perhaps to some. But others are turning to vehicle that preceded the automobile, and which never development many of its vices: the bicycle.

The bicycle is the most efficient form of transportation ever invented. Bikes are far less destructive, takes up less space, and can often travel faster than cars in urban environments. Bikes can be quite inexpensive to own and operate, and cycling can be an effective workout without the cost of a gym membership.

Plus, riding a bike is an adventure. When you’re on a bike, you’re not isolated from the outside world and moving so fast you can’t take in the scenery. You can interact with pedestrians and other cyclists, notice things you may have not noticed in your car, and travel on paths and to places inaccesible by motor vehicles.

Utility cycling, while quite common in many parts of the world (and, in fact, the most common form of cycling worldwide), is still rather rare in North America’s middle class communities. But that’s beginning to change. Some American cities are seeing exponential growth in bike commuters. Bike manufacturers are starting to build specialized bikes for the new commuter market. Transportation planners are recognizing the positive benefits of bicycles and are taking cyclists’ needs into account in their projects.
People looking for ways to improve their life while reducing their impact on others are turning to cycling.

If you’re interested in getting into bike commuting, here are some useful tips to get you started:

1. Get a bike! Check out Craiglist and other local classifieds, garage sales, friends, or fix up that old bike you had in high school. Visit your local bike shop. Try to avoid bikes from big box stores, as they’re usually unreliable.

2. Grow comfortable with riding on the street in the same direction as motorists. It’s much safer than the sidewalk. The book The Art of Urban Cycling is loaded with tips on how to handle the road. Try social rides like Critical Mass to help build bike confidence.

3. Be safe! Find a good helmet. If you might be riding after dark, put lights on your bike! Be cautious about motorists, they can do just about anything at any time.

4. If you’re planning on riding to work, scope out the route on your day off before your first real ride. Plan your route so you avoid major roads for a more enjoyable ride.

5. Be prepared to fix a flat or weather a sudden rainstorm. Have a backup plan in case mechanical or meteorlogical problems arise — riding near a bus route is often a good idea.

And here are some web sites with in-depth info on commuting and safety:
http://www.runmuki.com/commute/

http://www.kenkifer.com/bikepages/commute/

http://commutebybike.com/

http://bicyclesafe.com/ 

Thinking about switching from car to bike as your commuter machine, but holding off until Spring before you do it? Here are ten good reasons to make the switch this season:

1. No need to brush/scrape your windows
   Unless your car is perpetually stored in garages, one of the worst parts of winter driving is frequent window brushing and scraping. Some motorists cut corners on this important step and dangerously operate at reduced visibility. A bike’s complete lack of windows makes visibility a non-issue.
2. You can skip shoveling the driveway
   Unless you’re expecting company, there’s little need to shovel, blow, or plow the driveway if your bike is your mode of transportation. Spend that time you saved in the morning reading the paper, or in the evening cozied up by the fire.
3. Bikes never get stuck in the snow
   Digging your car out of its on-street parking or making it over that hard packed snow at the end of your driveway can build character, but why bother when you can ride a vehicle that you can walk or carry if the going gets tough?
4. Biking: a low-cost winter sport
   Cars can get you out to remote mountains so you can pay to strap fiberglass to your feet and fall down them. But what if you could avoid the price of lift tickets and season passes and still get your fill of quickly moving past snow-covered stuff? While you make your way to work? Bikes can help you with that.
5. Pumping gas is a bad excuse to stand still in the cold
   Have you ever filled your tank with less gas than you usually would, just to get out of the cold? Bikes don’t have gas tanks, and the time you spend outside is time when you’re active and generating more than enough heat to stay comfortable.
6. Avoid “Winter Weight Gain“
   You are a beautiful person no matter how much you weigh, but excess weight can lead to chronic health problems and lower activity in the winter can also contribute to “seasonal affective disorder.” Ride a bike to help avoid these winter problems.
7. Studded tires rock
   Studded car tires are popular in Scandinavia, but in the U.S. they’re often illegal due to the road damage they cause. Studded bike tires are unregulated and easy to come by in regions with snow and ice. I’m pretty sure a bike with studded tires is one of the best things imaginable for handling icy roads.
8. Losing control of a bike is a bit less scary than losing control of a car
   Drive or ride around after a big snowstorm and you’ll see cars in ditches, left abandoned after their operators lose control. You can’t just bail when your 2 ton cage hits some ice and starts recklessly sliding about. While it’s not always fun to bail from a bike, it’s certainly much easier, and both bike and operator often come out fine in the end.
9. Bikes are easier to maintain
   Winter can be a real disaster to cars. Combine repeated freezing/heating of the vehicle with road salt and other melt chemicals — it’s easy to understand why cars in colder climates depreciate faster. Bikes basically just require a quick rinse after the ride an an occasional deep clean and oil change (on your chain) to keep in good working order.
10. Bikes let you enjoy the season
    Winter is beautiful. Why experience it through fogged up windows with the radio blaring when you can be out in the middle of it all? There is a lot to enjoy: the invigorating cold air entering your lungs, the sights of your town blanketed in white, the satisfying sound of your bike crunching snow. Winter is often ignored because people are too cold and depressed to pay attention. Biking gets you out there and keeps your blood flowing.

We were a bare-bones group this week, but doesn’t mean it was any less fun. Some caliente music was keeping us warm as we made our way through our routines as rolling creatures of habit. Here’s the Breakdown: Dogtown, Monty’s Krown, Rolling Around Town, Snow Falling Down, Looking Like Clowns. Standard Wednesday Night Cruise. We even hit up our favorite Footbridge over 490. It was almost impassible, as we expected. We did however stop and do a bike lift for the evening 490 traffic. We did a little exploring for hidden routes through the Park Ave neighborhood. Then skipped LUX for a change and got a 6-pack of a beer with a dog biting a bicycle tire on the label. These frosty libations were enjoyed in my humble abode while we watched cartoons and played 2-player Tetris with the friendly neighbors.

As always, an open invitation to join us any Wednesday. We’re a fun group who likes riding bikes and listening to music, while visiting some of our favorite watering holes. No agenda, just cruising!

Pics by Adam, video by Joey

Today, I passed a milestone as a bike commuter: I got hit by a car on my way home from work.

It all happened very fast. I had just gotten out of work and was on my way to run an errand. I pulled on my jacket, strapped on the helmet, and fired up the Down Low Glow and assorted blinking bike lights. I waited for some cars to pass before entering the road with a right-hand turn.

After I made my way past a couple buildings, I saw a car approach from a parking lot up ahead on my right. I slowed down quite a bit to get a feel for the motorist. He wasn’t signaling, but he came to a complete stop. There was no traffic behind me, but oncoming traffic was headed our way. I advanced in front of him.

And then I heard him gun his engine. I’ve had a couple close calls since I started bike commuting in July, and I’ve come to learn that my instinctual reptilian reaction to danger is to yell “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa,” as if to say “Settle down, buddy!” in a single repeating syllable. I don’t know if that ever helps, but it’s completely involuntary anyway.

As his big metal luxury motorcar came flying towards me, I found myself in an epic right cross, and I had no time to intentionally react on a physical level. It’s funny how time can basically stop in the situations, though. I do remember wondering what it would feel like flying onto the car’s hood or windshield. And I’m sure I got a couple whoas in before the impact.

Lucky for me, either my right leg was positioned forward by chance, or I picked it up on instinct, because the front bumper of his car struck my bike and not me. My bike and I flew sideways and the rear end spun to the left a bit, but I was able to maintain my balance. I hesitated for a moment, then quickly made my way off the road and into the parking lot entrance he had pulled out of. I could still pedal my bike and didn’t feel any pain, and both of these facts shocked me. He backed his car out of the road and got out of it.

I was in a bizarre emotional state. I enthusiastically told him that I didn’t get hit, that only my bike got hit. I wasn’t apologetic, but I do feel as if I was so happy to be unhurt that I didn’t even want to be mad at him. He checked the front bumper of his car for damage, saying he thought he hit me pretty hard. I said it felt pretty hard. And then as I was looking over my lit-up-like-a-Christmas-tree bike for damage he pointed to the front pillars of his car and said he had some blind spots. No direct apologies from him that I recall, but he at least seemed embarrassed.

I said I couldn’t find any damage on my bike and told him to have a nice evening. Maybe I should have gotten some of his information. Maybe I should have called the police. But I was in emotional shock from just getting hit, and also quite happy, so I figured I’d just be on my way.

I’ve read through Michael Bluejay’s How to Not Get Hit by Cars multiple times and follow much of his advice. In my attempt to avoid the Right Cross tonight, I used a plethora of lights (though nothing above my handlebars save the reflective tape on my helmet), I slowed down to a crawl until I believed he was waiting for me, and because there was no traffic approaching behind me I was further out to the left. I did not honk or yell until he was already on the path towards striking me. And perhaps if I had never slowed down, I would have been far past him. But I think I did OK.

In fact, maybe my ridiculously bright Down Low Glow made him see me and brake a fraction of a second earlier than he would have, letting me clear him just enough so that my bike took the impact instead. Once he decided to gun his engine to beat the oncoming cars into the lane, my fate was sealed, and it was all up to him.

After the accident, I headed over to Abundance Coop to pick up ingredients for dinner with a friend. On the way I met another bike commuter on the road and told him I had just gotten hit but came out of it unscathed. At the coop I could not focus on what to buy and ended up leaving my wallet behind, something I’ve never done. As I biked to my friend’s house I seemed a little shaky – I wasn’t sure if it was me or my bike. Things were more than a little surreal.

But all is good in my immediate world. Tonight’s events remind me of something that happened during my last week as a car commuter. I had been contemplating commuting by bike but didn’t have a bike that was capable of such a trip and was hesitating on the purchase. I was headed home from work one night, and as I pulled out of the office complex I nearly struck a cyclist who was heading the wrong way down the road. I realized at that moment that I no longer wanted to be in a position where I could seriously injure someone so easily. I headed straight to the bike shop and ordered my dream commuter bike, and that was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

I don’t imagine the man who stuck me tonight will have quite the same reaction. But let’s hope both he and I are a little more cautious on the road in the future.

What motorist actually enjoys driving on busy city streets? Who would actually miss commuting? For me, the commute used to be the most stressful and aggravating part of my day – but that was before I starting riding a bike to work.

On Friday, I’m switching offices at my job, and my commute drops from 9 miles to 1. And although a few months ago when I drove my car I was quite excited about the prospect of a shorter commute, now that I travel by bike there’s a lot to miss.

I’ll be experiencing 1/9th of the excitement, adventure, and fun on my way to and from work than I did before. No longer will I have reason to hit the canal path on my way home. I’ll see fewer cyclists and pedestrians, and yes, I’ll even miss some of the motorists in their big metal cages. A lot of the sights and communities I’ve come to enjoy will no longer be part of my daily routine.

Sadder still, Thursday marks the last morning bikepool with Caitlin. You can read about all that was special about our morning rides in our little co-authored essay here. Not only did we make each other safer, but she’s become a close friend in the past few months.

We must accept change in our bike routes, of course. I can always fit in some random riding or extreme errand running to make up for lost commuting time. And it’s not like I won’t be allowed to see Caitlin anymore. I could even ride out in the morning with Caitlin then ride all the way back, if I really wanted to. And on days this winter when the weather gets truly awful, I’ll probably be quite happy that my commute is short enough to walk.

Anyway, this week the commutes have already been extra memorable.

The Bridge

Yesterday morning Caitlin and I took a special side journey to High Falls as we traveled through the city. At one point on our journey up St. Paul we were directed to take a detour onto the Inner Loop – a tractor trailer operator had tried to squeeze under an overpass and didn’t quite clear it, giving the trailer a nice accordion fold and tying up northbound traffic. Bikes don’t belong on the sidewalk, but they don’t belong on the Inner Loop either, so we headed up St. Paul on the Jack-Spula-approved Riverway Trail sidewalk.

We got to Pont De Rennes Bridge over the falls and a couple of guys asked if they could borrow our bikes to make a phone call. It was a very weird request. After we got our bikes back from them (just kidding) we stopped at the middle of the bridge to check out the view.

I have no idea what part of her bike Caitlin is adjusting here, but she has chosen a scenic location to do so.

The mixed-use bridge is one of the very few places in the city with a designated bike path, and the little biker stencils were actually the basis for the RocBike logo.

Picture this graphic in 3D and in a Walz Cycling Cap. That would make an awesome logo for this site.

As we were on the bridge, I gave Caitlin a token of my friendship, a copy of the book Meat Market by Erik Marcus. Universally acclaimed books about factory farming make great gifts!

Riding with Squegeeboo

That evening my commute home was suddenly dark, as Daylight Savings Time is wont to do (Dear government: I prefer more daylight in the evening, not the morning). As I approached a traffic circle stop light I saw a fellow cyclist approach from behind. We confirmed each other’s bike commutingness with much excitement. He introduced himself as squegeeboo from the Bike Forums. He said his car stopped working last year and he figured he’d start riding a bike. His secret to riding in the winter? Pajama pants, and lots of ‘em!

Although squegeeboo left me in the dust when we started moving again (Jason and I are both quite familiar with trailing behind) we kept meeting up again at traffic lights. I suggested that he contribute some stories to this group blog. And then in a long traffic-light-free stretch I watched as his little blinkie rear light moved farther and farther away. I think I can stand to push myself a little more.

The Bustastrophe

This morning I set out without Caitlin (Election Day is a vacation day for her!). Right when I left my driveway it started to lightly sprinkle. Within ten minutes it was a downpour, and foolishly I did not come properly dressed and reinforced for a major storm. I decided to go multi-modal and made my way to the downtown RTS bus stop.

I arrived just as my bus did. I loaded my bike onto the front rack (here’s a diagram of exactly what I did) and climbed into the bus.

My bike has the habit of falling off of vehicles. Or perhaps its operator (me) has the habit of not properly fastening it to vehicles. Regardless of their cause, sure enough, I noticed that the bus was making a stop in a non-designated stopping area and feared the worst. “Whose bike is this?” yells a chatty passenger standing by the driver. “Mine!” I yell out, making my way to the front of the bus.

As I approached I saw that the front restraining bar had bounced off of my bike, and my bike was now laying precariously on the edge of the rack, just one bounce away from being swept under the bus.

I tried to get out to fix it but the bus driver had already taken matters into her own hands and started to head out the door. Unfortunately, in getting out of her seat she knocked her cell phone to the floor, then her full cup of coffee onto her cell phone, and then her jacket onto the coffee. This was too much for her to take so she started kicking her RTS jacket out of the bus towards the large puddle outside. Once she was satisfied that things were ruined enough, we exited the bus.

Upon arriving at the rack next to the driver it quickly became apparent that she had no familiarity with RTS bike racks, as she started pulling and pushing various parts that had nothing to do with securing my bike. I pulled the restraining bar back over my front wheel, stopping short of the front fender as I always do, but once I got back in the bus the passenger who notified me that my bike had come loose told me it would come loose again. We both headed out and I pulled the restraining bar over my fender to his standards.

Once back inside the bus, the passenger said “Now look you made my wife spill her coffee.” The dynamic between the two was revealed. I tastefully replied with “Thank you so much for saving my bike!” and the husband replied “No problem, Homeboy,” which is the first time I’ve ever been called this.

I wonder how often bikes meet their doom on these racks. Although I did not initially pull the restraining bar all the way up on the fender like the husband said I’m supposed to, this Canadian transit page says “Make sure the support arm is resting on the tire and not on the fender or frame.” Many other sites say the exact same thing. I can see how using the fender as a pressure point could be a very bad idea. But what’s the use of preserving your front fender if the support arm comes loose and your bike ceases to exist as a bike?

This guy, who is a huge nerd, has not placed the bike on the rack properly because the support arm is not pulled up high enough. Also, the bus driver is probably getting quite angry at him for taking the time to pose for this picture.

If I acquire a folding bike at some point I will do a much better job of avoiding these potential bike disasters. Or I can just get better at attaching my bike to things. Either one will do.

And the Conclusion

So, in conclusion, that’s three interesting commutes so far this week, and the week is only getting started. I’ll miss you, 9 mile ride. Unless the weather’s really bad. Even then, I’ll probably miss you.

Tonight, a bus full of schoolchildren excitedly waved at me. I got compliments and applause as I rode through town. I struck up conversations with complete strangers. All because of an amazing bike light.

I’m always looking for ways to make my rides more safe and fun. Nighttime visibility is becoming even more important to me as winter approaches and the sky during my commutes grows darker. So I set out to research bicycle lights, and I came across a light that promised to not only ensure that I’m seen, but also bring smiles to people’s faces.

This light is called the Down Low Glow, and I’d almost rate it a must-have for people who like riding at night. For $130 you get two neon tubes and a rechargeable battery. The components look like they were pieced together by hand with love. The whole unit is water and shock resistant. And when it’s mounted on a bike and turned on, it bathes the street with a 10-foot glow visible in all directions.

I ordered a Down Low Glow last week and it arrived today. I was hoping to receive it before last Friday’s Critical Mass, but at least I got it in time for Wednesday’s Halloween ride. Rock The Bike offer the Down Low Glow in 6 different colors; I chose Envy Green because I thought it looked the coolest.

That’s not me! Image posted by Rock The Bike on Flickr.

I mounted it on my bike with the included mounts (the whole process took me about 15 minutes). As I started my commute it was only dusk – the Glow on the pavement was barely visible. But as it grew darker, the effect grew stronger, and by the time I had reached downtown it looked cool enough for me to start hearing “nice bike” from pedestrians. The Glow is perfect for people who are starved for attention.

And I can’t scientifically test this, but it definitely felt like motorists were giving me more room as they passed me than they otherwise would without the Glow. I’ve become familiar with white-knuckling it down Culver Road at night as I pass the busy expressway intersections, then two lanes become one, then construction zones and parked cars are added to the mix. Tonight, I felt worry-free. It’s as if someone was laying out a green carpet for me as I traveled down the road.

A few people stopped to talk to me as I ran some errands in the city. The most common question I got was “How do you power it?” as if something so cool couldn’t possibly run off a rechargeable battery. That’s really how cool the Down Low Glow is.

My camera is currently out of commission, so these Flickr photos will have to suffice for now. If you want to see the Down Low Glow in person, I’ll see you on Wednesday!