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05-23-2010, 05:39 AM
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http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/pacificnw/2011849645_pacificpbikes23.html?cmpid=2628
what a great article! history, local color, all about US!!
Easy riders: On bikes, we can go our own way
Seattleites go their own way under their own steam by bike
By Katherine Long
CLIFF DESPEAUX / THE SEATTLE TIMES
Cyclists wait for the Seattle-to-Bainbridge ferry run during the Chilly Hilly bicycle ride in February. With a cadre of hard-core riders, cycling culture in Seattle grows more diverse and eclectic every year.
MORE THAN a thousand bicycles are jammed onto the ferry as it pulls into the Bainbridge Island dock on this unseasonably warm winter day. Nervous as racehorses at the gate, the cyclists champ and stir next to their bikes, lightly touching their handlebars as cleats click out a steady beat on the deck.
Somebody starts ringing a bicycle bell, and soon other bells are ping-ping-pinging. Then, above it all, a solo war whoop, which becomes a chorus of shouts, a rock concert of cheering and hollering and bottled-up energy let loose. It's as if all the riders are thinking the same thing:
more at the link above.
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/pacificnw/2011849645_pacificpbikes23.html?cmpid=2628
what a great article! history, local color, all about US!!
Easy riders: On bikes, we can go our own way
Seattleites go their own way under their own steam by bike
By Katherine Long
CLIFF DESPEAUX / THE SEATTLE TIMES
Cyclists wait for the Seattle-to-Bainbridge ferry run during the Chilly Hilly bicycle ride in February. With a cadre of hard-core riders, cycling culture in Seattle grows more diverse and eclectic every year.
MORE THAN a thousand bicycles are jammed onto the ferry as it pulls into the Bainbridge Island dock on this unseasonably warm winter day. Nervous as racehorses at the gate, the cyclists champ and stir next to their bikes, lightly touching their handlebars as cleats click out a steady beat on the deck.
Somebody starts ringing a bicycle bell, and soon other bells are ping-ping-pinging. Then, above it all, a solo war whoop, which becomes a chorus of shouts, a rock concert of cheering and hollering and bottled-up energy let loose. It's as if all the riders are thinking the same thing:
more at the link above.