I was cycling westbound on West 3rd at Lincoln when some hot shot food delivery guy (full disclosure: I used to do food delivery) gunned it and passed the car in front of him right next to the (thankfully well-attended) child care for the rock climbing gym. If I hadn’t been born on high alert something really bad might have happened.
If we need to hold a bake sale to pay for a double solid yellow line for those two blocks to meet the crumbling double yellow east of Lincoln, I’ll take a dozen of those brownies. Or maybe borrow one of those artists who are decorating the storm drains.
I’ll even donate my labor. Pretty sure I can still paint a straight line.