Four unrelated things have me thinking about Sharrows. Unrelated, that is, except that they all involve sharrows. First, my personal Facebook account reminded me of this image I shared some four years ago. I've dubbed it the worst sharrow ever, and for good reason. I'll detail why below.
Today I earned 85 citizen points on Ann Arbor's A2 Fix-it website. It was easy. All I did was log a complaint about this gigantic water feature in the middle of the "dedicated bicycle infrastructure" I use as part of my ride to work.
Just like that, it's here. There's the white stuff. There's the brisk winds. There's the temps in the teens. Our first "winter" commute was a slow slog in single digits. The best part? J-man loves it. At least for now.