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It’s National Bike to Work Week!
Depending on your location in the United States, it’s Bike to Work Week! Cities across the country are holding events that support bike transportation throughout the month of May. The National Bike to Work day is May 21st, though many cities are celebrating either before or after that date. You can check here if your city has something planned, including workshops, group rides, and a special Bike to Work Day (BtWD) Here is information about some of our Nation’s biggest bike centers:
Los Angeles: BtWD on May 20th, free bus and metro transportation for bike riders
San Francisco: BtWD on May 13th (oops). But hey, it’s San Francisco — every day is Bike to Work day.
Tha’ District (a.k.a. Washington D.C.): BtWD on May 21st, and events throughout the week.
Chicago: Bike to Work Week starts June 12th, with events throughout the week. 312 Brewery is sponsoring — lucky! (Disclaimer: Don’t Drink and Bike)
ATLanta: Bike to Work Week is from May 17th to May 21st!
New York City: BtWD is on May 21st, with lots of activities planned throughout the 5 boroughs.
Remember, you don’t need a special day to bike to work! Pedal power saves money, helps the environment, and reduces our dependency on foreign and domestic oil — what could be more patriotic than that! My apologies if I did not list your city here; leave a comment so your fellow citizens know whats up!
And please, remember, helmets are always sexy.
Government Sachs and the Fleecing of America
My family doesn’t typically show too much interest in my views on things unless something happens in their lives that pushes them to seek my perspective. Obviously, over the Christmas holiday there were two big stories: the addition of 30 second video clips to Santatracker and the senate passing a health care bill.
So I wasn’t surprised to find myself engaged in a handful of expository discussions about politics and health care over the course of several days. As I sat at a fold-out table reminiscing about a summer’s camping trip as well as complaining that I had eaten too much, I heard my name called from another room. I entered the kitchen to see my parents, my aunt, uncle and the mother of my cousin’s brand new fiance (he proposed on Christmas morning) all hunched over the dinner table. I have no idea what the preceding conversation had been, but as soon as I crossed the kitchen’s threshold my mother blurted out “David, is America a capitalist country?
