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Publisher’s Statement
By Jeff Guerrero
The sky is blue and the air is icy cold as I throw a leg
over my cross bike. These Saturday morning rides
are always my favorite of the week. I don’t have a
set destination, let alone a schedule to keep. I’m free to go
wherever my camera or my appetite takes me.
As much fun as these rides are, though, in the back
of my mind I know they’re perhaps the most dangerous
type of riding I do. Because I’m not focused on the destination,
I’m riding slower and taking in the sights; letting
my eyes wander off the road, scanning the neighborhoods
for murals to shoot bikes against or cheap and delicious
ethnic foods.
And of course that’s what drivers are doing on a Saturday
morning, too. So the odds that they’re looking out
for cyclists while they scan the block for a place to park
are slim to none.
But these thoughts are merely in the back of my mind,
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and they quickly vanish with the sighting of an Afghani
takout stand. Sadly, it’s closed, and so I’m left to ponder,
“Should I try the Turkish place in Shadyside, climb Squirrel
Hill for dim sum, head down to the Strip District for pho,
ride over to Bloomfield for Thai or maybe venture into
Homewood for BBQ?”
En route to the Turkish restaurant I’m distracted
by the notion of picking up a bento box at the Japanese
grocery. Parking would be a nightmare, but of course that’s
no problem for me.
Heading home with my stomach growling, I pick up the
pace and split the lane. I trackstand at the light, reminding
myself, “Don’t expect any kind of respect for cycling in
freezing temperatures.”
Surprisingly, the car across from me beeps and waves
for me to take the left in front of him. It goes to show, like
life, urban cycling is unpredictable..
Urban Velo issue #23, January 2011. Dead tree print run: 5000 copies. Issue #22 online readership: 55,000+
Photo by Jeff Guerrero