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A
pretty
common
affliction
back
home
is
"Seattle
Shoulder,"
a
generalized
numbness resulting from too many
self-congratulatory pats on one's own back.
It often occurs in conjunction with
discussions of what a great city it
is for bicycling, especially when compared
with, say, Atlanta or Los
Angeles.
Don't get me wrong, I love cycling there and
am also guilty of being satisfied
with too little, but my
experience so far in Chicago makes me
want to demand much more for Seattle.
It
should
be
easy:
just
flatten
the
hills and rewrite history.
OK,
so
Seattle's
already
done some
hill-flattening; skip that. How about
we rewrite history so that
Seattle adopts a Burnham
Plan in 1909?
That way all waterfront would be public
parks and trails and most hills
could be simply circumvented.
(I'm
thinking,
for
example,
of Broadmoor,
whose shoreline entitlement results in a
somewhat
dangerous
winding hilly detour along narrow Arboretum Drive and up/down actual switchbacks along Lake Washington Boulevard. Coudn't we just sneak a shoreline trail in around it?) History
was
made
to
be
rewritten.
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