#MothersDay is fast approaching, leaving just two weeks for mom appreciators to buy a custom bike for their wives and/or mothers. #serious #kindof Denmark's Kaspar Peek claims to have an affordable, adorable one for your maternal giver of warmth, love and common sense. No, it is not tulips from the corner stand. It is not an ashtray that will later be used for paperclips or rubber bands. And it is not the French toast in bed, hopefully without the powdered sugar. But it certainly says, "thanks for helping me not be a cave man," or alternatively, "thanks for not letting me marry the guy who lived in his van and played guitar for that band that used to open in that club that burned down." And it can cost less than $3,000.
The #CherryBlossoms in Washington attracted thousands of visitors, many of whom came to look from idling buses, or capacious SUVs. But in record numbers these flower lovers used #CapitolBikeshare. This is likely evidence of the fact that some homosapiens continue to evolve, while others do not. I can envision the abstract for this anthropological research project right about now.
#Allergies making #cycling difficult this time of year? Experts advise you get tested, avoid paths and trails that are covered with the very trees that make your histamines riot, and consider second generation antihistamines such as Claritin that won't make you drowsy. But what if your problem is less in your nose and eyes, and more in your thighs and middle? #Citibikes is now giving you a way to count your calories burned and miles while you ride on bikeshare.
The #bicyclehelmet debate has now moved to Viet Nam, where the law requiring kids to wear a helmet is being completely ignored by a culture that has biked everywhere for over 70 years. Gee, I wonder why. Hmmm. Thoughts?
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On the topic of #bicyclecommuter safety, enter #Babel, the company that has introduced a safety cage to encircle those riding electric bicycles and protect them from injury. Whacky, and yet intriguing. #possiblybrilliant
So if I see you in the bike lane, sneezing perhaps, without a helmet but with a cage about you, let's be smug.