Morning Roundup: Breaking Away Edition
Fellow cyclists! I salute you on this morning when our power gathers like grime on an 0ver-lubed chain! Hey America: We are on your Google Maps! Your grand historic boulevards—why yes, we'll take those, too, thanks (hey, even the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue is safer than bike trails, apparently). If we need something shoveled, we will let you know. Deny this city the right to vote all you want; we'll bring in Italian bike tours—just make sure our cycling mayor gets his beak wet.
Speaking of New Urbanist utopias, can someone explain what in the hell is going on with Crystal City? An ambitious street-art show (albeit one that didn't exactly kick off as planned) and now a new bike rent/share business (that's right, business; what side of the Potomac do you think you're on?). Arguably the worst part of Arlington since its inception*, Crystal City now offers more to livable-walkable weenies than many parts of the District. PRO: Easy access to Mount Vernon Trail, subway. CON: Nonetheless, conventioneers still have to Frogger across eight lanes of a highway named for a Confederate hero to get a Mac Snack Wrap. PRO: South 23rd Street offers many amenities, including the best 7-Eleven in Arlington AND perhaps the only authentic Tex-Mex in the region. CON: Being steps from a Ted's Montana Grill kinda takes the shine off the apple.
ANOTHER CRIME SCENE PLUG: I love the Post's Crime Scene blog–despite the fact that no one over there seems to have noticed that racists love its comments section more than naked jpegs of Bo Gritz. But I love Tom Jackman, and I love that Crime Scene does nuanced stupid-criminals stories, like this tale of a brazen theft of a wallet from inside the Montgomery County District Courthouse. The alleged thief then allegedly went to Best Buy and got her photo taken while allegedly enjoying the contents of this wallet—but the cops are still asking the public for leads! Forget the bank robberies in Fairfax or the drug rings at Tysons: This is the kind of modern day Robin Hood we can all ironically get behind. FREE WHOEVER THAT IS, ONCE SHE IS NO LONGER FREE!
*And I grew up off South Dinwiddie Street!