The revival of urban cycling in this country follows a fairly predictable pattern: nervousness and ridicule, followed by the realization that the truth never matches the fear-mongering. The supposed choice between bikes and everyone else is a bogus choice. More bikes in a city doesn't merely benefit riders; it reduces congestion, saves money, improves quality of life, elevates the experience. No one returns from a city and says, "Oh, it was great—except for all the biking."
Of course if you want to be fair and balanced good news like that should be read with complete wack job stuff like this one (no - not bike related - yet).
So today is a big day G-ride actually turns 40. That crazy jackass is officially old. Well by some standards. At least by the measure of his doctor sticking a finger up his ass on a regular basis for the rest of his life, or until medicine finds a better way to check his prostate.
Happy mother fucking birthday Jerry.
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