|Rubber saguaro antenna topper|
I didn't know what this was at first. Upon examination of the parts--a rubber saguaro cactus, sunglasses, bandana, antenna mounting orifice in the base--I recognized it as an antenna-topper. Exactly the sort I would put on my commuter bike to extend happiness and whimsy all around the town. If I had an antenna on my commuter bike.
|Ocean shells along a freshwater canal|
To my semi-untrained eye, these appeared to be ocean shells piled up beside the canal. A head-scratcher. Farther along the path, though, I found that some of the path had been apparently experimentally peppered with tons of the tiniest shells. So it's possible an enterprising hunter-gatherer walked along and picked out some interesting stand-outs, then, upon accumulating a larger haul than expected, dumped it into this puzzling pile. Or, someone dumped out their saltwater aquarium here just because. Both the cactus and the shells made me smile and consider.
|Single lane construction zone traffic jam on 44th also made me smile|
Believe it or not, half a mile of single-lane backed-up traffic creeping through a construction zone also made me smile. Why? Because I was on my bicycle! The right lanes here were blocked off, and also full of trucks just a little out of the picture on the left. When the light turned, though, there was a nice opening, and traffic began moving a bit, so I was able to smoothly merge right in behind with no delay, flow into the traffic lane and NOT ride through the coned-off area. That doesn't seem like a good idea to me any more: for several reasons including Steve A's experience and recommendations, I try to stay with the main traffic flow. It worked perfectly here, and I stuck with it right up to an opening in the cones when I made a sharp right turn and bailed out onto a side street that I knew would also work as an alternate route. Funny that the cars chose to stay with the creeping line rather than follow me. I passed other cars headed toward the mess, and part of me wanted to wave them down, tell them to go back, follow me another way, save themselves the creeping aggravation of a line of slow-moving cars. Moooooooo, I can say. But it all went so smoothly up to that point that I didn't want to change tactics.
The weekend: it is long. Enjoy it. Get up. Go ride.