Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Put a menorah on it/How many bikes do I really own?

If you follow me on some kind of social media you might have seen my photo shopped bike menorah for almost every day of Chanukah. I might have given the impression that I own a ton of bikes. So, this is a good opportunity to go deeper behind the meaning of all those bikes and how I manged to bike them. Here goes, bike menorah by day;

1st Night Chanukah-The Bullitt Menorah

So, the genisis of the usage of the Bullitt bike happened when I posted Hvorfor Ikke? In Danish it means, "Why not?" It was my failed attempt at something that didn't happen but in the end this worked out for the best.   Someone in the Jewish community read my blog post about it and was happy to lend me one. Isn't that amazing!!  One day I picked up the bike and you get Bullitt at my Door. So, I borrowed the bike for an extended honey moon where I learned that the bike is fun but not really meant for me. My exploits are detailed in Bullitt in my Pocket (part 1 and part 2). I know some bloggers write pretty detailed technical aspects about a bike but I really need to know how soon I will ruin it. I am pretty hard on my bikes and this is always my main concern.

2nd Night Chanukah-Madsen Bike

Again, not my bike.  My adventures in renting this are chronicles in bad grammar and spelling here:

Adventures in Bike Rental Land

Electric Assist with no Assistance

Biking with an Electric Assist is Wonderful

Madsen Bike: Should you buy it?


3rd Night Chanukah: Workcycles Oma

This is my bike. This is the one I rode for three years of the 20 mile trek from down here in the Rainier Valley up to Capitol Hill every single day to take my kid to school. I don't know what I was thinking but let me tell you, I knew nobody biking, nor did the Facebok-Seattle Family Biking page exhist. So, I was kinda alone in my decisions to "cargo" bike in style. I love this bike. You might even see me biking with it too. At the time their were no such thing as a specific family bike shop. The closest we had was 20/20 in Capitol Hill just because they played soothing punk music and have the best My Little Pony puzzle. If you want to know where you can buy this beauty they still sell them at the Dutch Bike Company in Ballard but my guess they don't have a huge stock. Please correct me if I am wrong.



4th Night Chanukah/Shabbos
That day was so crazy. We didn't have a lot of time to make a menorah. Instead I was forced to take both kids with me on all my errands on Friday day. I will force you to look at the cuteness of my baby. He was happy to be out. We are pretty sure that "bi bi bi", means bike. This also means he knows that he can potentially go with me when I leave with my long hauling machine.



5th Night Chanukah: Fuji Bike


This is the bike I started on in Seattle. This was an internal 3 speed. What bike store tells you that 3 speed is enough in Seattle? Well, their is one that did! I think when an Orthodox religious family walks into certain bikes shops their is an automatic assumption that they don't want something real. Oh, they aren't really going to commit to biking. Ok, I learned to never shop there again but really don't judge our appearance on our knowledge or ability to bike. With that said, we were careful when purchasing any other bikes after this experience. So, if we bought a bike from you, it means you treated us like people. Thank you!

6th Night Chanukah: Workcycles Opa Bike

I got my act together and fancy. I added fake flames and my husband actually posed his bike next to the menorah set up by Chabad of Seattle. My husband is 6'5 so this is a bike I can't even get my leg over. I look hillarious next to it, like Frodo. In any case, this was bought at the Dutch Bike Company after my husband's bike was ruined when a woman drove her car right into him outside the Asian Counseling and Referral Services. His body was splayed across her windshield and he rolled off the hood, pulled his bike out from under the car and went to work. Looking back I wished he would have called the police because that elderly lady should not have been driving. Her family should know. As morbid as it is to think, "ah, maybe she is dead now".

8th Night Chanukah: Edgerunner Bike

Finally the bike I ride the most and for all different reasons. This is the bike I will be riding for a while. It has a been a year since owing the bike and it has really saved me. There you have it, your torture explained.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Home Sweet Bikey Home

Do you like this sidewalk replacement ON Rainier?
I did eventually pick up my bike Kiss kiss, love! My family stayed home because the trip for someone with two kids on a bus was too traumatic. So, I ventured alone, hopped in a car2go and made my way north. Hey, their was some sports thing going on so I ended up stuck behind people who were more important than everyone else. I almost witnessed a family in an SUV almost hit a woman crossing the street with two little kids. Everyone in that scenario was dressed in that team sports stuff. What's with the rush? They were all going to the same place. I don't get it.

Oh but before I got the car I have to complain about the lovely on street sidewalk. This is a great place for drivers to plow into me. You see it? This is a problem. People pulling into the bank don't see you coming out of that hamster tunnel.

I think when I got to the shop I declared my feelings about sports stuff.

I drove a car, crazy!!
 I had some time to kill because my BionX needed to charge. I wanted to do a major shopping trip which included buying a Turkey at Trader Joe's. So, after some chit chat and learning about ways in which I can prevent wear and tear on my bike I asked to take something out for a ride. Look at me, trying to take a selfie. What am I riding?
I am really bad at taking pictures of myself


 I went out for a ride on the Haul-a-Day. You have time before the kick starter ends. When the bike came to Seattle I missed the test rides but got a good look at the bike at the 2014 Bike Expo. The bike even impressed Mr. Peyos. At the time pregnant hormones dictated that I wanted this bike. I promised no more bikes. We seem to buy more bikes but I promise not to torture everyone with my bikey dreams.  Then the kickstarter campaign appeared and all I can think it, "I bet someone in the house needs a bike". Who could that be? Well the giant daughter of the Viking offspring needs new wheels. She is close to five feet or she might already be that tall. I stopped looking.  I can dream. I went back to the shop and got to meet the owner of the orange Metrofiets. Cool!

So, after stopping at Trader Joe's for a dead animal I walked my bike through the Ballard Locks. It's so pretty.
 After racing my way along Elliot Bay I arrived down to bike near Big Bertha. You know, that gigantic hole that will slowly swallow that ugly viaduct. It's strange and exciting. I took the road. Nobody is here on Sunday.


I see a bike lane

 Here is the problem. This shared path is one of those ever changing paths. This path always looks different. From this vantage point you see the beautiful viaduct on my left. I drove there once and that was by mistake. Everyone in the car was traumatized. As I made my way down the road I was met by several people who didn't think bikes needed to be on their path. Whatever.
Defying death to avoid getting hit by cars
 This path is so confusing. Frankly, the road is so confusing. I love how this city really works on safety.
 I don't know what this is a picture of. I am also too lazy to turn it around. Blame, the thesaurus and vocabulary design class I took.
 Here is the most beautiful picture of all. What street is this? It's Rainier Ave!!!! FRACK!! I see a bike lane. It is so wide. I road on Rainier Ave. I do admit to biking on the sidewalk after I took this picture so I don't die.
Disastrous Relief Trial
For my finale, I had to get up the steps with my bike. My daughter calls this the disastrous relief trials. This requires that she holds the front of the bike straight while I lift the back. The neighbor saw the old way we did this and donated this ramp. After many times doing this we have a system and are pretty fast. We are so ready for the DTR Seattle 2015, just saying.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

YOU'RE a BIG pain!!

36 MPH too slow?
You're SO vain.....you really think this blog is about you.......

Ahh, I'm not talking about ANYONE! So, get over yourself. This blog is about me and my quest for cheese, gefilte fish, and bike lanes.

What's this pain? I am talking about my physical pain. Maybe I mentioned it before but I have sciatica which was the result of trying to birth the first kid. I am going to tell you. I tried. I was in labor so long. So, my back is out of wack and if I don't keep active then it slowly becomes inflamed and BAM, I am immobile. It is the worst feeling ever. How can this be? Since the baby I have been less active and so it has slowly been building until one Friday morning I was basically lying on the ground letting both kids use me as a jungle gym.

Let's backtrack. Before I reached this point I was without a bike because I took it on an Epic trip to Greenlake. I have another pain. Guess what, it's Rainier Ave.
The most recent crash we photographed. We have others SDOT! The tree was NOT HI-VIZ enough!
The week involved a lot but what I really wanted to do was attend the SDOT meeting on making Rainier Avenue safer. We have had a lot of car crashes on this street because of negligent, illness and plain fast driving. I've taken pictures and we have heard crashes from the house. A couple times we all walked down to Rainier to see if an ambulance or police needed to be called. Several of the accidents were caused when  people drove their cars into buildings. The news says cars but it is really the PEOPLE behind them.  I went to the first meeting and saw the proposal, which didn't really impress me. How are making Greenways suppose to slow down Rainier Ave? So, I have to use a greenway because people can't slow down on Rainier? That's the message I was getting. Getting around is not so easy. We have a lot of weird hills and some of them don't even have sidewalks.

This made me kinda mad and really discouraged that anything ON Rainier Ave will be done. As a person who bikes and walks, this sends a message that I need to: "get a car hippy". We don't own a car and I DON'T want one. Rainier Ave. is the flattest fastest route but a really dangerous too. The next meeting I missed because it was late and the baby needed me more. The 3rd meeting was located at the Ethiopian Community Center ON Rainier Ave. The most direct way, down Rainer Ave.

The older kid wanted to bike. I wanted to bike too but we haven't reached that point with the baby. The week before I bought a $20 stroller at Target because I am cheap and I know the baby will be on the bike very soon. I wasn't wasting $300 plus on something that is not easy to take on the bus but I will save that for another story. So, we did what I call "stroller biking".

Off we go. She is pretty fast on that bike, despite the single speed. I get really nervous when we get to a driveways, intersections or anything that allows the opportunity for drivers to hit her. I mean, you can't see her. She is wearing pink. NOT HI-VIZ enough!

Let me give you some examples where we are invisible.

This driver. Notice how I say "driver" and not "car". The "car" does not have a mind of it's own!


Turned right in front of us. Who cares. Pink is NOT HI-VIZ enough!


Then we have this guy. Happy family blocking our way and backing away from Paradise. 

By the time we reached the meeting the older kid forgot her lock and the baby was SO cranky. He though we were going on a wonderful walk, not a meeting. We got to hear the mayor declare something about making Rainier Ave more hospitable to everyone, including bikes.

 Does this mean hope for a cycletrack? Want to see people a whole bunch of people biking on Rainier Ave?



HELLO!!! Feel free to experiment here.  After that, their was whole lott of wiggling and plain not happiness. The older kid wanted to go, knowing that chicken soup awaited her after a long ride. So, we left. Before we did, we managed to take a look at SDOT's Collison Records for Rainier Ave. Take a look, not one single intersection has zero crashes. They all have some. I was suprised that Orcas and Rainier had a whopping 37 despite a red light camera. Rainier Ave Between Charlestown and S Andover had 51. Wow!



I am trying to be involved. Taking a baby to a meeting is hard. My kid wrote a letter describing her kid perspective. This was her answer to What else? Do you have other comments you would like to share with us? So, while we are waiting. If you drive a car, please so down because every single day I hear about some driver ramming their car into a building.


To add a bit of humor. We were told to take as many reflective key chains as we wanted. Never say that to me because I will take so many it will make your eyeballs roll. Plus, I would sew them onto some jacket and look awesome. For the record, we took 3 but at the next meeting watch out. I may take 5, oooooh!





Sunday, November 23, 2014

Epic Bike Trips are EPIC



Is their a giant pumpkin behind me?




It is almost a year of owning the Edgerunner and it has been whispering something to me, "take me to a check-up". The whisper became louder and I had no choice but to bring it in. Oh but baby Peyos is not able to ride on my bike yet so this was a hard thing to plan. The baby eats food but he is still nursing and needs me since I am a baby water bottle.

I put a call out to invite people from the family bike group to join me on my epic voyage so I wouldn't be alone on my ride. Here is the note I sent out:








JOIN ME. Sunday November 16th 

What: I will be biking to G&O from Seward Park. The voyage will be epic, their may be crying, coffee and beer. 

Route: I am will be taking the "crazy route" from Seward Park to downtown up 2nd and then along Westlake. Once I get to Fremont I will bike up that mega hill I may or may not have use of the BionX so it you see me cheer me on or scream "CHEATER"". It you are interested in biking with me PM me and  we can meet at some check-point. 

Needless to say, by the time we reached Sunday I was alone in my journey to the mythical land of G&O. This is where I bought the bike and where I thought best to take it, otherwise if it was a regular bike I would have gone somewhere closer.

I know when people say stuff like, "my car broke", people are more sympathetic. When you have a bike only other bike people truly understand your need to fix your transportation. I really need my bike fixed so that we can live. I know the baby is not bikeable but I have managed to do a lot on the bike without the baby.

So, I filled up the baby's tank and made my way up north to the furthest bike shop. Thinking that I can just leave the house with a phone on low battery meant that I was planning to charge my phone while biking. Oh, no! My plans seem to go to poo. My phone kept getting unplugged so nothing was happening. This also meant that I was totally freaked out that  Mr. Peyos would try to call me to meet at some check-point so I can nurse the baby.

Meanwhile, my husband is preparing his first bus outing with two kids alone. The man is so good with our kids so I did not blink when I left him in charge of the kids to meet me at the bike shop. Little did I know Baby Peyos was screaming his eyeballs out because he refused to be diapered and put in his snowsuit prison. He was more than happy to be at home naked but people were trying to force him into something he didn't want. I was told that once they got going the bus was exciting because, you know, weirdos on the bus.

Got the bike out the house.
I actually took the BionX battery off the bike and put it in the pannier. This seemed to resolve some of my issues but I could still hear my bike talking to me. I biked to Columbia City light rail and took the train all the way to downtown to Westlake. YES, my bike does fit in the elevator. Alas, my phone died and I had no way to take a picture. What else was in the elevator? A huge puddle of urine! It's sterile right?

This just meant I didn't get to try the 2nd Ave. Bikeway but I was kinda of in a hurry to get to the shop and make sure I meet my family in time. Once I got passed Westlake I put the BionX back on the bike. So, nobody can call me a cheater because the bike with that BionX wheel adds some weight. Unassisted is like carrying a kid, right?

It was smooth sailing up Fremont Ave at a nice pace of 17mph. Seriously, that street never ends. When was it going to stop? I was being assisted but I was getting a workout.

My family had not arrived and Davey allowed me to charge my phone on his computer. Donald was nice enough to hear me story of bike whoah and took my bike out for a spin to hear for himself. He put the bike up in the stand and found one thing, my brake pads were worn. I ground them down. If you have disc brakes check them every 4 months! Don't do what I do. I also got to feel the hefty weight of the BionX wheel, that was an interesting experience.

The baby had the time of his life, looking at Davey and deciding if he want to pull his beard or not. In the end, Baby Peyos saw the short beard as a boring activity to his notorious beard pulling. Davey convinced Baby Peyos that a helmet was good for him and the baby did not protest a head prison. The Lazer  BOB helmet will fit him fine with a hat and some adjustments.


Baby Peyos was excited to see so many bikes. I even put him in a Metrofiets and he liked that. He also like all the dodas at the bottom of the box. What was down there to chew, nomnomnom. See how he is reaching for something shinny to chew. This was a mistake because afterwards I tried sitting him in a Yepp and he would not allow me to tie him down with Yepp prison straps. Afterwards we meandered, he nursed and I put him in a Bike Friday. That seemed to do the trick.

As we were leaving Davey's family came him to bring him birthday cupcakes because it happened to be his birthday. How sweet! We were trying to discreetly leave so that he could enjoy family time but the Baby Peyos caught them eating. He did his, "HEY FOOD", call and he were like, " BYE!!"

The bus ride home was more painful because everyone was cranky but we made it home.

So, my bike went to the shop for a week and while I was in the shop I used another bike, but more on that later.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Sukkos by Bike

Aww, the chagim are over and we are just left with Chesvan, bummer. My last post was about murder and I did not even blog after that. Maybe you thought on my quest for cheese something happened. Well, I am here and survived the many meals we ate during Tishrei. Actually I made sure we ate lots of vegetables. Our guest were forced to eat a plethora of raw vegetables because they taste better that way and I am lazy. We had some interesting meals, many of them were just slapped together and eaten with raw vegetables. If you don't eat those things that grow from the earth you would have had a hard time at our house. My daughter finds kids who eat pure candy a mystery. Sure she likes candy and we let her have it but never in a way that she screams, "CANDY!!" She's just like that.

Hold on a moment! What did our sukkah look like? There you go, in all the glory of a typically Seattle Sukkos. Cold and burr. I heard about the heated sukkah someone had, including a sink!!


FYI: Those curtains were just for privacy. We had walls. In fact I was going to bike to Lowes and buy the 6 lattice panels we needed. I even asked my Facebook bike friends for advice. For one it was doable but I had the baby and he is cranky and that is life with a baby. So, Mr. Peyos got them. We were in charge of the tropical lights and the curtains. Those panels were borrowed from the now functioning mechizta gemach. Yes, it is a real thing.

Here is a daytime picture for you. You see the lattice behind the curtain. We could certainly fit more people in there which was nice. We had some holy guest sit in there with us. The baby came out in his snow suit at night because well babies like cozy right. I am sure everyone envied his coziness. 

I did have sukkah envy. Those crafty Lubavitchers had a sukkah bike! NO WAY! Okay, not big enough to put a table in but enough shake your lulav and etrog.


We wished we could have seen this live but alas we are in Seattle and nobody has taken it upon themselves to schlep that set-up around. Currently I am plotting a whole Chanukah ride with giant menorah. I might have a source.

I did shop by bike before the chagim and we bought lots of food for the many meals. The baby is bigger and we are so close to biking with him. We are conditioning him to love the bike but the again that's all he knows. Car, what car? He is long person, I wonder where he gets it from? Probably that HUGE guy I married. In fact, the daughter I love is now taller than my mother, oy! She has yet to reach my height. The other day I put him in the car seat for fun and he look squooshed. Less than 3 more months and we are all zoom zooming on the bike!!

I am guessing in the next months we will be out discussing our next plan for making him his place on his throne on the bike. I see helmet fitting in our next adventure.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Mercer Island at Night or A great place to get murdered

Hello cheesy goodness!

We ran out of cheese and panic set in around the house. This meant that Baby Peyos was left with Mr. Peyos at home while I raced across the I-90 to fulfill our need for cheesy goodness. I waited until the last possible moment when it is questionable if you need bike lights or not. I made my way across the lovely I-90 bridge and based on all our other adventures you know that I am required to make this trip because other people have vertigo. The bike ride to the island was uneventful and I mostly encountered people who were commuting. Not one person with a spandex wedge, sigh.

I bought my load of lots of beer, cheese, gefilte fish and other stuff and made my way home. What happened? Someone turned off the lights! It was so dark. The park on the island has zero lights. As bright as my lights are, they don't light up everything. It is so interesting how many people walk on the path alone in the dark. Why? Who are you? I had no time to do a full out interview. How dark was it? Close your eyes. That is now dark it was.

I wasn't even Burke Gilman dark, it was close your eyes and hope you don't fall into Lake Washington dark. Let's compare.

This is Burke Gilman dark, scary but not this dark.
This was winter after watching Frozen in Ballard.. let it go, let it go..

So many interesting people were walking alone along the Mercer Island paths. In my head I could hear the music for Dateline and visualizing the newspaper article, "mysterious cargo bike found with cheese and beer, mother missing". I think I watched too many episodes of Dateline murder cases that happened to be in Washington state. Why are all the crazy people from here? I read about the Green River murders and then I moved to Washington and thought, "NO WAY am I biking there alone!" So, my fear was a fantasy I created. I did bike by lots of strange people though, just kinda walking in the dark. One guy had a flashlight and flashed it in my face. Hi there. After carefully wisking myself through the dark to the bridge did I feel confident enough to stop to take a picture. I forgot my other camera which hangs at my neck. I was required to stop and shoot. 


This is what the pedestrian bike bridge looks like at night. It looks pretty right! This was the easy part. Nobody biked towards me or passed me. Once I reached Seattle I had to make a real safety decision, bike through a not so nice crime area, the kind of place where I might get shot in the butt. Yes, I said shot in the butt. It so happens that the crimals with guns are not going to the gun range and fine crafting their shooting skills so most people just get a butt bullet. I decided that Lake Washington was faster and not butt bullets. 

The weird part about biking in the dark in fall is coming past all those leaves. Once they woosh past you it sounds like someone is on your tail. I did many second looks behind me just to see if someone was drafting or behind me. 

This is what the other side of the bridge looks like once you are in Seattle. See those lights? That is Mercer Island. 

Lake Washington wasn't that bad but I didn't realize that I had less lights on the back of the bike. Once spring hit I took lights off because I would be riding in more daylight.  I made my way up the monster hill and down into Lake Washington carefully. The rest of the bike ride was just me. It is kinda crazy to think that at 8pm the street is still ad nobody is around.

This is me coming out of Lake Washington on to a street with people and not million dollar houses. Still pretty dark, right! The rest of the ride was dullsville but I made it home to feed the baby and go to sleep.  We have 3 more months until the baby is bikable and everyone will be happier when we reach that point. 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Cheater!!

I have been called a lot of things but cheater? Come on! In any case, the grocery store shopping has happened less frequent than before so this means when we need food we really need food. Also, we love to eat cheese and our need for large 5 lb blocks of kosher cheese are located at stores on Mercer Island or up north at University Village. Other things we need are gefilte fish but I have settled myself with sardines because my husband likes them best.

Not too long ago I went solo across the I-90 bridge to retrieve these delicacies and other stuff. I am still nursing Baby Peyos. Frankly, like the first kid, he will probably be nursing the next two years. I usually give him a good feeding and then leave him with Mr. Peyos and race across the bridge.

Not my favorite way to lock a bike (QFC Mercer Island)

So, yes, it looks like I am in a super race, a race against time when my baby will want more milkies. I decided to try the other store for this mythical cheese block, QFC. When I got across the bridge I encountered my always issue with QFC, ZERO bike parking.  I hate doing this, but I locked my bike to a tree. I don't consider this the most secure options but their was nothing to lock my bike to. This also meant I was too paranoid to shop slow. I bought a few items and left.

QFC (Rainier Ave) My bike does not fit on the bike rack
My next stop, Albertsons, was a much better locking experience. Thanks for having a bike rack!

So, as time goes on my baby gets closer to needing me. I get to the i-90 bridge and start my race against baby time. On the downhill I like to use regenerative mode so I don't have to brake. I love that! On the flat part of the bridge I rode leasurly and out of nowhere, without a bell or voice indication some Fred in spandex races by my. Okay, whatever. My bike was loaded with beer, cheese and a ton of other stuff.

As I get closer to the bridge I kick the assist mode in 4 and gracefully start making my accent. At this point I start to catch up with that Fred. He could hear me getting closer. No way is he going to allow a woman on a cargo bike pass him. NO WAY! He kept going fast but I kept getting closer. On my phone I could see my husband texting, "someone woke up!". I speed up but the Fred thinks I am racing him. We get to the end of the bridge, he bikes up the monster hill and I make my way to the tunnel and he yells, "Cheater!" What?? Me? I yell, "Lazy! You don't even have beer on your bike!" Maybe he thought he was being funny but sheesh, I was rushing to get home. I made it home in record time to feed the baby and avoid screaming.

If you ever see me on the I-90 bridge biking like I am racing, just know it's not you. I am trying to get home to the human being that needs to be feed. Calling me a cheater, sheesh!

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A new "protected" bike experiment on Seattle's 2nd Ave/Sher Kung Bikeway



I feel busy. Wait, I am busy. Taking that one class is no joke. Also, the myriad of other things I have taken on take up a lot of time and then we have Baby Peyos cuddle pants. He is one opinionated person. Okay, he is 5 months but sheesh, he is one big surprise. At our 4 month appointment we discussed with the pediatrician his growing interest in food. At kiddish he would smack his lips and indicate that he be given some. So, I started making baby food and we started feeding him. Yes, I am still nursing him. The only liquid he will get will be from me.  This means we were back to pumping so that I can "water" down the baby food. MOO MOO, that's the sound my machine makes.

Looks like nobody here but it was early

As eventful as our home life is we took a brief trip on Monday downtown to try to meet with another bike family. We were up and ready and then what happens? Oh, Baby Peyos needs a nap and then he wants his baby food. Don't get me wrong, he LOVES nursing but if he can get food, watch out! By the time we made it, our bike friends were gone. So, we walked on the sidewalk next to the new lane and checked out so many people on bikes.
Taking advantage of the bike lane, sadly he blew the red light

For the opening day and for several days after, volunteers were stationed at each block to remind bike riders to stop at the designated red bike signal and for drivers to not turn left on a red arrow. After taking a brief trip into Target for some things we sat outside Benaroya, ate our snacks and watched the traffic flow. A lot of drivers needed to be "reminded" that they can not turn left on a red arrow signal.


We in fact went and had snack time at this same location on two separate days. Once of the times KOMO news was with us. It was interesting this first week. We are now into the second week and guess what? Bike traffic has increased, THREE times at much. For an experiment/demonstration this means that we needed this a long time ago. It also solves a lot of bike riding issues when going north. I would bike on the sidewalk to bike north just because the grade is gradual and when you have a kid this is nice. This did mean we had to compete for space with pedestrians who are sometimes in their own world when walking. On the Dutch bike I would sometimes stop and walk. On my Edgerunner I was less inclined to do this because of the space a cargo bike takes up.

We have yet to use the 2nd Ave lane. Will I let my kid ride it, like we allowed her to on Broadway? Not yet! I think I would have to feel completely confident that people who drive metal machines understand the traffic signals. Hopefully when I have the need to bike downtown for something big I will get a chance to bike here too.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Meanwhile..people's safety is compromised

Stop being depressed! You are alive!

Last week was so horrific. The week started out great and then a car slammed into a building on Rainier Ave. and then the next day a woman gets hit by a large truck on 2nd Ave and dies. So, those people out there who have nothing better than feel sorry for themselves should really pick themselves up because other people are suffering much more. In fact, pick up one of Shalom Arush's books and really read it.

Rainier Ave is one of those places where people in cars speed and ignore pedestrians. We were about to leave the house to the library and I quickly checked my Twitter feed to find that Rainier Ave. was blocked off, this meant the bus was halted. So, rather than sit at a bus stop we delayed our trip.


I never understand this. Now the woman who owns the salon is out her whole business. She had just remolded.  Worse, the whole building is unstable. I honestly hope that this person driving had a medical issue because if it turns out they were texting. People were pinned by the car and went to the hospital.

Then the soon after in the week a woman is killed while biking on 2nd Ave. The city is making improvements but at what cost? I feel so sorry for the family of this woman. It is so horrible to loose a life. The 2nd Ave. "bike lane" was never safe. I even witnessed a guy fly up in the air not too long ago. Thank G-d he walked away but the woman who hit him insisted she "didn't see him". She was so annoyed she had to stay behind. Now, I don't know how the driver of the truck is feeling but I am sure he feels horrible.

So, when I see this I think whatever happens to me, okay well. I am alive, Also, I didn't ram my car into a shop and ruin someone's life or kill anyone. Ah, but then again, Rebbe Nachman is always at the back of my mind with the great Emuna machine. So, whatever problem you are having, really, take a DEEP breath and get over it. You are alive!


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

The heaviest load

 On August 10th we finally moved into our new place. The new landlady is also our old landlady. After 5 years of our tiny living we decided to upgrade for many different reasons. The landlady has very nice houses. Like I said earlier, I recruited children to help me and the landlady move her things around in the basement. So, on a warm day 3 kids under bar and bas mitzvah age shuttled the contents of the tiny house to the larger house. Remember, it is next door so not even a bike was required.

People are always impressed that these kids manage to do real work. Several years ago when they were little we went and picked fruit at a neighbors house and in return we cleaned up the yard of all the rotten fruit. Another year this trio picked the fruit from our trees and then delivered the excess to anyone who would take plums. I see this happening again because their is much talk about the "ancient pears".

Let's take a look at kid labor:

The contents of this room were to be walked over. It is amazing how much stuff we can mange to smoosh into that house. It doesn't look like much but in reality it was a lot. I don't have shots of the closet and drawers.

Not much left except Legos! Of course! 

This the room once it had been cleared. Baby Peyos moves around a lot. His face is still but the rest of his body is in motion.

Same kid room minus all her stuff. These kids worked fast!


The books got moved now all this miscellaneous stuff.


This is the living room without everything but a bookshelf and our bikes. At this point Mr. Peyos and his friend were taking it apart because it was WAY to heavy to bring over intact.  To make the move more exciting, we lost the screws in the process. We found loose screws everywhere during this move. If you lost your screws they are here! It became the running joke, "someone lost a screw".

Other interesting stuff, in the process of switching over our internet we were completely disconnected on Augsust 8th and didn't get everything back and running until the 20th! Yes, we lived without internet. At what cost? It meant, I did the move mostly with kid labor, while holding a baby because Mr. Peyos was not able to work from home. It also meant that I ended up only being enrolled in one of my graduate school classes.

It's okay. I am taking Vocabulary and Thesaurus design. I think that should be enough. If the wind blew in a certain direction we were able to see the WIFI of  friends who live on a different street. They even gave us the password but we didn't even try. If it wasn't for work or school turns out that you can survive without internet. You do stuff the old fashion way. You call people rather than text or whatever social media. My phone did a number on me and decided to not receive text messages and other stuff. My mom called me when I didn't answer 2 text messages but that doesn't matter because she would call me just to ask if I saw her text, hahaha.

Probably the hardest and heaviest thing to bring over were my raised beds and all the compost. The second I gave over the keys to the old place everything belonged to the landlady. So, I asked to take anything from the property after that. It took me some time to take it all but it got done and when I was finally tired I hired a kid to take apart my compost bins I made with pallets so that I can make a neat pile of garbage for the dump. After doing a cost difference it turned out that hiring Seattle Rubbish Removal. They came on time, the truck was clean and the guys were very professional. It was do that or borrow a Zip Truck and go to the dump with a baby who hates cars. The pallets alone were enough to consider a dump run. I didn't take a picture after I took the raised beds because the house turn over was quick. The tiny house took less than one day for the landlady to make ready and by the end of the week she had a renter. That raised bed in the picture had a secret, a wasp hive. It was fun to remove.

So, we are more settled in our new house and found the screws. They were put in my box with a hand steam cleaner. Good thing that is my favorite thing, otherwise we would still be looking for screws.

No, we did not add a new bike to our fleet because we now have tons of room for more. Who needs couches, people can just lounge on our bikes.



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