As the last hours of December 20, 2010, ticked away, I pedaled my bike through the dark among cloud and break that intermittently concealed the lunar eclipse. A Monday night, I wasn’t worried about people returning home at midnight, driving erratically on the rural road outside of Eugene. Each time I looked up for the moon, which inched closer and closer to directly overhead, I made sure the road was entirely mine. I took to space. At night, sometimes it’s tough to tell where the ground is, and I’m simply pedaling.
It’s been some time.
I remember someone mentioning at one point, if you don’t feed your blog, it will die.
I look to the plants around my apartment.
Unlikely place for a tomato
Lots happening in the transport world…forever en route.
Over the last three months, I was researching coalition and industry cluster building for electric vehicle technologies in Oregon. I had to stretch myself on this one, not feeling completely comfortable working on driving alternatives. For me, the transportation future involves more choice. It won’t just be choosing to get around by car or pick up or SUV or hybrid or electric car (although I learned that electric vehicles are not cars).
my bike visiting Mark and arcimoto
There is the reality of our existing roadway infrastructure. What do we do with it? It’s expensive to build and maintain. We’ve done a great job ripping up our railroads and turning the unusable ones into other, useful paths. What does the transportation future look like with roadways as the base upon which we build a new system? Does that constrain us to innovating around roadway use? In the short term, I think it probably does.
Through my ride on that December night, I watched the moon get swallowed up in shadow and then found it a dark orange ball, my constant companion the last five miles through the woods and up the windy road to hill crest. By the time I rocketed down the hill into town at just over 40 mph, I kept my eyes on the blackness I knew was the road, feeling it with extended extrasensory perception coming up through my tires, the frame, my pedals, shoes, two pairs of socks into my kinesthetic awareness. My whole body came alive in that moment of rushing sightlessness.
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