The Pro Walk/Pro Bike/Pro Places conference has inspired me. I have ridden my bike almost every day for the past few weeks. I’ve ridden so much I need a doughnut. The kind you sit on, not the kind you eat.
It might be because of my fondness for riding on the rivet on training rides or just the sheer amount of miles in spandex-enhanced jeans, but I might need a break.
And what did Gil Penalosa say at his keynote address to the Pro Walk/ Pro Bike/Pro Places conference? He said every trip begins and ends with walking. You walk to your car, walk to the bus, walk to your bike. He has a point. That must be why “walking” is at the front of the long-winded moniker of the international conference that Pittsburgh was privileged to host this past week.
So Friday, I tried walking. What a waste of leg power walking is. You go so slowly. I like to go fast. But I’m in no hurry. It’s a quiet day. No need to hurry. I have some assignments Downtown so I meander to the T across from our building and hitch a ride. Why not? It’s free and I am an intermodal type of guy these days. I shoot my assignments and head out on a feature hunt through Downtown. Slow and low, that is the tempo, the Beastie Boys say. The smells, the sights of a bustling major metro city on the move. My brother, a lawyer in Erie, always is taken aback by the “big city-ness” of Pittsburgh. It does have that big-city feel. But it’s way nicer than NYC. Nobody really honks here. People will say hi if you do. It’s the perfect mix of small and big town.
It feels good to stretch my legs and get some work done at the same time. Pittsburgh is on the move. I’ve seen some big changes in the past 20-plus years I have called Pittsburgh my home. More and more, my choice has been proven to be a good one.
I guess I am pro-walk, pro-bike and pro-places. As long as the place is Pittsburgh.