Then I realized they were above me, on the highway. And when I got to 27th, I could look down and see the beginnings of a full-on Carmageddon, as far as I could tell all the lanes except maybe one (or a shoulder) were effectively blocked.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Jam
As I was riding up Summit by Boulevard, I kept hearing sirens. I kept looking around because they'd sound like they were getting closer. I was ready to jump to the sidewalk, I've heard too many horror stories about emergency vehicles and cyclists.
Then I realized they were above me, on the highway. And when I got to 27th, I could look down and see the beginnings of a full-on Carmageddon, as far as I could tell all the lanes except maybe one (or a shoulder) were effectively blocked.
Then I realized they were above me, on the highway. And when I got to 27th, I could look down and see the beginnings of a full-on Carmageddon, as far as I could tell all the lanes except maybe one (or a shoulder) were effectively blocked.
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