Went farther down the 275 path than I’ve been before. I did not know the rest stop coming off the highway, north of Mich Ave, is also connected to the trail. I stopped there twice, exchanging words with the attendant, a man who looked to be in his sixties, as I stretched my legs and hydrated a bit. The second time through, which was after dusk, he shared two stories - one was about a guy who broke his neck riding his bike on the trail at night - he hit a tree he didn’t see because he had no lights. And the other was how the attendant himself had almost died at 14 when a car hit him while he was on his bike delivering newspapers (I’ll spare you the gruesome details of his injuries.). Cautionary tales designed to motivate me I suppose... Well, I made it back, am grateful for the attendant’s concern....
With his perspective in mind, I was surprised at the number of riders I passed in the dark, all but one had lights to guide them. Most were holding plastic bags filled with groceries, presumably they were much closer to home. Interesting to discover the night culture of the 275 bike trail.
Of course, the trail was just one aspect. There were several crossings and roads where I had to avoid traffic. Ford and Lotz was the most dangerous. (I had to get out and take the crosswalk, dragging the Velo behind me, with the pedestrian signal, to make sure the drivers would not turn or do anything crazy - there was a lot of traffic at that intersection...). Hines to Stark wasn’t bad, but once I was on Stark (which is a very nice track - two lanes and very smooth), I pedaled hard to get north of 96, which is where the speed limit drops from 40 to 25mph.
Stark turns into Lyndon, left on Hubbard and then I zigzagged north on neighborhood streets to eight mile and Merriman. Can’t take Merriman (which turns into Orchard Lake) north of eight mile road because it narrows up as one gets to Freedom Road, so I took Randall, a street just east of Merriman that runs parallel to get to Freedom, where the signals would give me the right of way to Grand River intersection, which basically gets me home.
I noticed there were a few parties as I rode through the neighborhoods and was tempted a couple times to stop and crash in, figuring the novelty factor might earn me a drink and a couple phone numbers (better part of valor again). One of the parties, on Randall, spilled into the street, where the revelers were smoking and relaxing next to their cars parked on both sides of the road, a kind of hedonistic gauntlet. As I whisked by with my quiet lights, I heard variations of ‘What was that?’, ‘Did you see that, dude?’, ‘What the...?’.
Somebody in a truck decided to follow me for a few blocks, just to observe....
The great irony is that my neighbor had a few of her girlfriends over and when I pulled into the driveway, they came over to ask about the Velo and then invited me to join them at their fire pit. What a night!
(The preceding was an excerpt from a Facebook status update I made on July 26th, 2014, approximately three weeks after having received delivery of my velomobile.)
