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Each time I encounter this type of intersection, whether in a car, on a bike, or on foot, I am reminded why I enjoy spending so much time in Europe
11 months agoNow that the fences and razor wire have gone, the outsides of the buildings don't look so bad. I didn't look inside, of course, but the historical photos make it clear that it wasn't all bon bons and champagne for the inmates.
11 months agoI had commented in it while I was inside filling my water bottles, but evidently that wasn't clear enough. When she opened the door again a couple moments later I held up my camera and promised to be off momentarily.
11 months agoYes. I had some thought about barn doors and escaping horses...
11 months agoThanks! I was thinking of you as well as of John as I rode up through Fort Hunt and Belle Haven.
11 months agoTrue dat. It was just what was needed, where and when it was wanted.
11 months agoWelcome back! Glad you had a nice trip! :)
11 months agoThere are LOTS of these food delivery scooter boys around town these days. They ride in the bike lane and pass VERY close to where you are riding without a thought. :/
11 months agoYou were right nearby where John Pickett lives. :) I'm sure he would've gotten together to visit! :)
11 months agoMany years ago (early 1980s), I attended an in-prison seminar when I worked for Prison Fellowship. I spent a few days at Lorton prison.
11 months agoACK!!
11 months agoOh gosh...a church secretary shooing you away! :/ You didn't tell her that you were admiring the VW camper van?
11 months agoWow, that's a lot of SPRAWL... :(
11 months agoYea, but I see online that it's only 2.7 miles long...short but sweet...
11 months ago
Great ride/writeups, Keith!
11 months agoI think you proved one of your points: East Coast cities developed along the fall line! Years ago I did a 3 day ride from Columbia MD to a friend's family farm in Dinwiddie VA and stayed west of the fall line. Very pleasant biking, trading traffic for rolling hills.
On developments: our previous house that we lived in until 2003 was built in 1965 or so. One day, I was walking our dog to the outskirts of the neighborhood where an old guy was sitting on his porch. He yelled out "Cute dog, where do you live?" I told him and he said "I still remember my mom crying when they cut down the apple orchard to build those houses."
That made me realize my "neighborhood" was once a "development!"