I don't often talk about my attempts to draw or paint, and I won't now. But I think that some of them, at least, were better than this:
I mean, I could draw a better bicycle--if that's what it's supposed to be--about the time I could pick up a pencil. I could just see some archaeologist a thousand years from now (if indeed there are still archaeologists and stuff like this for them to find) chancing upon this and wondering whether it was a symbol for a fertility goddess--or a sketch for some sort of device or weapon. Or, perhaps, this future Indiana Jones muses, it might have been an emblem for some secret society.
Now, since it's next to an anthropomorphic shadow-figure, and I'm writing about it in this blog, you know it's supposed to denote the cycling side of a bike-pedestrian lane. Perhaps not surprisingly, the lane, which winds its way through Maidenhead, a market town about 50 kilometers west of Charing Cross, London, is as bad as the drawing itself. I'll admit that my perceptions were influenced by that photo: It looks like cyclists and pedestrians are sharing two meters of space, if that, at that bend. But some comments confirm my impressions about the lane.
Heck, I probably could do a better job of designing a bike lane--and painting or drawing its markers!
