My commute, in pictures
Ever since I’ve added Claritin to my midnight routine, I now consider my commute to be among the best in America. Driving would take fifteen minutes; it takes twenty-five if biking briskly.
Views from the recently (re)opened Washington Bridge sidewalk. It’s a bit tight for two-way traffic, but I think I’m leaving early enough to not run into anybody coming the other (normal) direction.
Moving shot from the East Bay Bike Path, a path that only kinda sorta follows the main road. Yay rails-to-trails!
And views from further down the path into the lagoon zone:
And perhaps the best part is the return: catching and passing dudes on carbon fiber bikes on my beater with my tie flapping in my wake. Unfortunately, too tired to snap those photos.