Even The Dutch Take A Wrong Turn Sometimes

Which of these statements is true?

A. The Netherlands gets it right when it comes to cycling infrastructure.

B.  Justine Valinotti is a direct descendent of Christopher Columbus and inherited his sense of direction.

Actually, neither is completely true--or false.  I can't claim lineage (as far as I know, anyway) to the guy who didn't "discover" America, but my navigational skills are on par with his.  It's a good thing I have a sense of adventure!

As for the Netherlands:  Much of the world sees it as a cycling paradise.  Indeed, there are more bikes than people, and its system of bike lanes and other structures are, well, a system, more or less:  They actually make cycling a real transportation alternative, at least in the cities.

That said, even Dutch planners get it wrong sometimes.  Mark Wagenbuur reminds us of this in a recent post on his blog, Bicycle Dutch.

Once or twice a year, he rents a bike at the Venlo train station and rides to his in-laws in Grubbenvorst.  In times past, his route was perhaps not the most scenic, but was pretty direct--and, from his direction, relatively safe for cycling.  Four years ago, however, the local government built a viaduct for cyclists that was ostensibly safe and convenient for cyclists.

The problem, from Mr. Wagenbuur's point of view, was that one of the roads he took on earlier trips was closed to cyclists--and the viaduct was designed, in part, to bypass that road. It forces cyclists to take a slightly longer--but considerably more complicated--route.

The blue line is Mark Wagenbuur's current route.  The horizontal blue segment is the viaduct.  His old route is in green.  In red are possible connections that could make his route more straighforward. From Bicycle Dutch.

He admits that the additional distance isn't much--it adds only 36 seconds to his trip--but the detours and other turns are exasperating.  I guess he's a bit like me in that way:  I don't mind taking a longer route, whether it's for a commute or a fun ride.  If I'm trying to get to a particular place (e.g., work or a doctor's appointment) at a particular time, though, I prefer to minimize my chances of taking a wrong turn.

As I've said in other posts, merely building bike lanes isn't going to convert people from four wheels to two.  Those lanes have to be planned in order to provide safe, convenient and practical routes for cyclists.  That happens more often in European countries, like the Netherlands, than in the United States.  But, since Dutch planners are people (and may not realize that folks like me are navigationally-challenged), every once in a while they make missteps--like the viaduct Mark Wagenbuur described.

Infinite Monkeys And Bicycles

Folks in midlife--like yours truly (!)--understand that computers and the Internet can't cause anything that hasn't happened before.  All they can do is to make something happen faster and spread wider.

That means all manner of crackpot notions from the tinfoil hat crowd were circulating well before the Altair came along.  One I recall from my tender young years goes something like this:  Give an infinite number of monkeys and infinite number of typewriters and, eventually, Hamlet or Macbeth or the complete works of Shakespeare (depending on who was telling the story) would emerge.

Hmm...If we put an infinite number of monkeys on an infinite number of bicycles....

From Trademark Art

He Scored And Made It To 100...Almost

As you've heard by now, the Duke of Edinburgh, a.k.a. Prince Philip, died yesterday.  He was two months and a day shy of 100 years old.

The world knows him mainly because he was the queen's husband.  Also remembered are his often-unfiltered comments, which rubbed more than a few people the wrong way.  I had to chuckle, however, about his retort to a man whose wife had a PhD.  "She's much more important than I am," the man said.  To which Philip replied, "We have the same problem in my family."

He also earned a reputation a sportsman.  He raced boats, yachts, horses and race cars; piloted planes and played games I probably never will be able to afford.  I give him "props," though, for participating in one of the few forms of cycling I've never tried:

Prince Philip at Windsor, 1967.  UPI Photo

I'm told he was a pretty good bicycle polo player.  The polo field was, if nothing else, one place where he didn't have to walk two paces behind Elizabeth. I wonder whether that was part of the sport's appeal to him.

(It occurs to me now that I've mentioned bicycles and royals in the same post twice this week.  That could make for an interesting, but strange, genre, couln't it?)