In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I am Justine Valinotti.
28 March 2021
What Was He Riding?
27 March 2021
Inventing One Kind Of Superhighway, Getting Another
Folks in that part of the world invented one kind of superhighway. Now they might get another.
San Jose is the largest city and seat of Santa Clara County, California. Just south of San Francisco, the county is part of "Silicon Valley," where the technology that brought this blog to your screen--often called the "information superhighway" was developed.
Now it might see a "superhighway" that's more closely associated with parts of Europe than any place in the United States. It would run 10 miles through San Jose and Santa Clara. What would differentiate it from the county's 800 miles of bikeways and 200 miles of dedicated bike trails is continuity. Local activists and commuters, like their counterparts in other US locales (including my hometown), complain that too many lanes and trails go from "nowhere to nowhere," beginning and ending in seemingly-arbitrary spots, and are thus not useful as transportation conduits.
From San Jose Spotlight |
This "superhighway" was recently proposed as part of the Santa Clara Countywide Bike Plan. Three different routes have been suggested. Information about the progress of this project can be found on the Valley Transportation Authority's website--which you will access, of course, by the other kind of superhighway.
26 March 2021
Where Hipsters And Millenials Dare Not Tread
Yesterday afternoon, I took another ride into the heart of Brooklyn. What, exactly does that mean? Well, the way I'm using the term, I mean a place where no hipster or white milennial dares to tread. Or, you might say that it's anyplace along the 2,3,4 or 5 subway lines past the Eastern Parkway-Brooklyn Museum stop, or the L (a.k.a. the Hipster Express) beyond the Aberdeen-Bushwick stop.
No, I didn't ride up those tracks! They carry the L train along Van Sinderen Avenue, widely seen as the border between the two toughest neighborhoods in Brooklyn, if not the whole city: Brownsville and East New York. I was on the Brownsville side, where Riddick Bowe and Mike Tyson were born and raised. Meyer Lansky was raised the and started Murder Inc there. Interestingly, Larry King and Alfred Kazin also hail from there.
People often talk about being "on the wrong side of the tracks." That phrase has no meaning here. Perhaps it will come as no surprise that the two neighborhoods have turned out, per capita, more hip-hop artists than anyplace else in the world.
I must say, though, that the drivers I encountered were careful. And a few people waved to me.
Maybe it has something to do with the atmosphere that once prevailed at the other end of the neighborhood:
The East 105th Street station is the penultimate stop on the L line. Until the mid-1980s, it held an interesting distinction: It was the only New York City subway station with a street-level grade crossing. Yes, it had a gate that dropped, bells that rang and lights that flashed when a train pulled into, or out of, the station.
That, of course, meant people couldn't be in as much of a hurry as they are in other places. Could it be that calm driving practices are passed on--genetically?
Oh, by the way, a guy was selling sweet and salty snack foods, and knockoff accessories, from a table. I bought a few snacks, which I gave to homeless people I saw on my way home. The man seemed genuinely happy for the couple of dollars I spent at his table.