I am sick of the words "parking" and "bike lanes". They have lead me to drink!
Today was one of the last public meetings before San Francisco's long overdue bike plan is put up for a final vote. When I say "long overdue", I mean it. San Francisco has been under an injunction for several years that has left us legally incapable of changing anything about bicycle infrastructure anywhere in the City. The injunction is about to be lifted, and there are now 56 bicycle lane projects being proposed.
Of course, there must be hearings. And hearings. And hearings. From these hearings we find that there is really very little opposition to new bike lanes in SF. There are no hoards of car wielding zealots out to destroy the two wheeled freaks. After all the yelling and all the hearings it comes down to one stupid word- parking.
Parking. The world has become so unbalanced and blind, the ability to warehouse vehicles for free on our limited street space is more important than the lives of people. We have become so confused by carbon monoxide ingested in traffic jams that the word "parking" has changed its definition- it is no longer a place one can keep one's car, it is now the battle zone in the war of "fuck you, this is mine and you can't have it".
So, today I lift my glass to those who feel that parking in front of their destination is the height of American Freedom, because, tomorrow... it is back to the battlefield. There is no way that I will leave my children a world where 18 feet of space parallel to the sidewalk is more valued than their lives.