This has been a lousy year so far for America’s Cycling Capital. Last month, a bunch of businesses along a major bike corridor co-signed a letter whining that if the city replaces spaces for free car parking with better, safer, sexier bike lanes, they might lose business to drivers, and so fire off their NIMBY missile they did. PBOT promptly dropped their plans for a smooth bike route up NE 28th avenue. Likely, these businesses just shot themselves in their collective foot, as now existing bike traffic will be diverted off this commercial drag to residential NE 30th. Whoops. Bye, bye bike business!
Then, this month, a cherished mural (that was technically an ad, but whatever) got buffed because apparently the city has a stupid code about the size of letters painted on certain historic buildings (but not others) the details of which are boring and nobody really cares that much. The point is this mural inspired a lot of people. It made them proud. It made them feel recognized for riding their bike via a 100 foot declaration of Portland being the fucking best at something.
Thursday, May 8th, 2014 – final days.
Some naysayers were quick to criticize Portland as undeserving of this title since we’ve stagnated at a 6% bike mode share for the last several years, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still the best. Quality, not quantity, right? Even if we weren’t ‘The Best’, you don’t stop cheering for your team when they don’t win the finals, amiright, Rip City?