For the past few years my husband has tried to get me to ride bikes in New Orleans with him and I have resisted, due to a fear of local drivers, potholed streets and the lasting image of a black-’n'-blued friend who was knocked out when a car door opened as he was riding in the CBD.
My argument has always been that there is nowhere to bike besides the levee, The Tammany Trace and the Lakefront — and without a car bike rack, it was totally impractical. I would finish my Read the rest of this entry »