Last Friday I decided I should document my bike ride to work. We did this previously with our car ride to work on the Old Wire Road blog. My ride is about 2 1/2 miles. My best time is 12 minutes and 6 seconds. Good morning Misho! Note that the boys and Cymande have left which indicates just how late I am for work. Yet, I decided to take time to photograph the journey.
Crossing Northeast Boulevard, then past the Thomas Center. There is a small flock of chickens that occasionally scratch along the road. The Thomas Center's sulpherous lawn sprinklers dampen 7th Ave.
Here, I pull onto NE 1st Ave and pass the occasional homeless person awakening from their shrub nap. Cymande would have said "shrubbery slumber."
Down South Main Street and past the long defunct Discount Hi-Fi and onto Depot Ave.
Ahead is the glorious Shands UF South Tower; Across the street is its homely sprawling companion which includes the Children's Hospital. The South Tower is where Moss and Giles spent the first few days of thier lives. They were conceived in the North Tower...in the IVF lab...not in a deserted hallway as you intially thought. They were born in the NorthTower too. After the pediatricians determined that they were worthy of the South Tower they delivered us via long underground hallway to the 7th floor. Their worth was determined by the man behind the curtain. Pay no attention to him.
The bike rack. I recently saw a squirrel with alopecia of the tail tuck an acorn deep into someone's bicycle bag. Though he was an entertaining squirrel, his antics paled in comparison to the utterly insane and spastic squirrel spotted outside of MGH 10 years ago leaping into the air, ripping the heads of daffodils, then tumbling to the ground. Hospital squirrels...there's something about 'em.
Has anyone ever provoked a cicada wasp just to call UF Bug Control?
And now the ride home. The new DNA bicycle/pedestrian bridge is open after much anticipation. When we first moved to Florida this was an old railroad bridge, now 20 year old zombie pedestrians use it to text their way into traffic. See those barriers? They are there to prevent one from walking off the edge like a wind-up toy.
The train depot and future site of Gainesville's 32 acre public park. I can't seem to stop talking about how awesome this thing is going to be. In some circles it is called a boondoggle, but I call it progress. If a boondoggle occurs on the "wrong" side of town, does it make a sound on the "right" side? Beauty matters, y'all.
The strangely appealing John R. Kelly Generating Station in downtown Gainesville.
And finally back home with Misho waiting patiently at the front door. Good kitty.
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