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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
6 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.
6 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.
6 months agoYes. I had some thought about barn doors and escaping horses...
6 months agoThanks! I was thinking of you as well as of John as I rode up through Fort Hunt and Belle Haven.
6 months agoTrue dat. It was just what was needed, where and when it was wanted.
6 months agoWelcome back! Glad you had a nice trip! :)
6 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. :/
6 months agoYou were right nearby where John Pickett lives. :) I'm sure he would've gotten together to visit! :)
6 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.
6 months agoACK!!
6 months agoOh gosh...a church secretary shooing you away! :/ You didn't tell her that you were admiring the VW camper van?
6 months agoWow, that's a lot of SPRAWL... :(
6 months agoYea, but I see online that it's only 2.7 miles long...short but sweet...
6 months ago
Great ride/writeups, Keith!
6 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!"