Heading home along Van Oaks, once again having braved the bollards and bricks where Remington Parkway and Van Oaks intersect, I saw a car at the stop sign at the east end of Van Oaks. I rode on and the car just sat there, as if parked. Usually, one doesn't see cars parked so far from the edge, so I wondered what was up. When I got there, I saw a motorist (actually driver's seat sitter) inside.
As I rode up and stopped, the window shot down and he asked me where was the "other" Van Oaks. I didn't know of any other and he said he wanted the one that went to Remington Parkway. I told him he couldn't get to Remington Parkway due to the bollards.
Out he pulled some map driving directions that looked a lot like the ones below:
"Hmm," I said, "you can't go that way unless you're walking or riding a bike. You'll have to go on Westcoat." Seeing his confused look (he CLEARLY wasn't from around there), I said, "see here on the map, keep going around to the left and you'll be there before you know it. Follow me and make your first turn when I point the way."
Sometimes, it's not a bad feeling having a car follow on your tail like a giant puppy. I'll bet he wasn't even irritated at the cyclist in front of him, hogging the whole durn lane. After all, unlike Google, I KNOW those bollards are there.
Subject Matter Mostly it's about local transportation cycling, as it exists in the here and now. It's got a smattering of other gratuitous toy recreation thrown in to keep y'all a little off balance. For those that don't know me, toy recreation means English & Italian cars, aircraft - and downhill skiing.