Showing posts with label transit miami. Show all posts
Showing posts with label transit miami. Show all posts

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Shed a Tear for Cyclists

Read it and weep.

Miami may be a bike-friendly town on paper, with a long overdue official recognition, but it is another case of Too Little Too Late.

My pal Bert, pro cyclist and conceptual artist extraordinaire, ended up at Jackson Memorial with severe injuries as a result of another one of the countless completely incapable hit-n-run motorist miami is known for.

Photo not related, but just as painful.

You see them, the one on the cellphone texting, or applying make-up, or rabid with road-rage. We got plenty of meter-maids, we got robocop radars, we got speed bumps, speed limits posted that begs the question, why not just walk? We got teflon highways and buildings just for cars, we got pornographic car advertising, we got nascar petrol running through our veins but we can't seem to get anything right when it comes to common sense solutions towards a sustainable lifestyle.

Bogus Bike Friendly. Spending tax dollars of feel-good advertising.

We got no respect for the growing demands of the cycling public. FDOT is particularly whak, city and county gov'ment is whak, big-foot bone-head drivers are whak, rip-off bike shops are whak, bike thieves are whak, and what do we get? we get whaked. This sucks the big one. Can you tell I'm pissed?

I should have done the entire face.
Bert, in happier days getting his beautiful nose cast for posterity.

My sympathy goes out to the growing scores of young cyclists eager to get around on something other than the money pit that is an automobile. My concern today is for the well being of Bert Rodriguez.

Weeping Virgin.


Thursday, November 13, 2008


Cluster-Flux at the introspection of People and Machine.

Our expressways, motorists, cranes and rubber-neckers co-exist in an ever-flowing stream of traffic in the urban landscape of concrete and palmtrees. It is the necessary dance that makes us mobile in a society that demands conformity and order. But the work-order of the day is perpetual road-improvement hazard plagued with congestion and delays that can be explained in two words; TransitMiami.

Julia Tuttle westbound 7:00 am. Slow down, save gas.

Practically every morning, noon and night folks of all persuasions share the egalitarian roads with the notion that traffic invariably yucks. How often do we lumber to a halt along the Teflon highways with silent indignation. How would you like a lane all to yourself?

Southbound morning I-95. The CarDragon from DWNTWN to the GoldenGlades.

Now "to get from here to there" will be a breeze once the "lexus lanes" are completed and open for business. But you will need a "Some-Pass" and HOV's will need to register. It's going to cost and we wont know how much. Peoples concern is that they can't wait for the progress to end.