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The sun was out on a Saturday morning, and I had no afternoon plans, so you know what that means: another bike ride across Lake Washington. Yes, the cyclists are serious and to a one faster than I am, but this time:
- There were multiple groups of at least fifteen riders. I encountered one of the groups at a twisty section of trail with poor visibility, so they started yelling, "Rider up!" to each other to alert their group to my presence. One of them said, "Hi, rider up!"
- Lone cyclists like yours truly were definitely unusual. If they weren't in big groups, they were in small groups.
- Was the wind coming out of the east? Westbound was way easier than eastbound.
- I got the route wrong again because I tried to do the intuitive thing when I got to the hospital entrance: I turned toward the bridge. But neau, you need to turn away from the bridge and toward the bulk of the UW campus because that's the way to the overpasses that let you dodge stoplights.
- The intersections where SR 520 meets Montlake Blvd. are pedestrian-hostile, boy howdy. And they're brand new. Le sigh.
- Sure, there are lots of walkers with cups of coffee from the UW on west, but cyclists own the bridge, baby. To be fair, that would be a long walk mostly in a straight line.
