Bike jams are driving me nuts!
I’m biking down 15th Street one recent morning toward downtown for a meeting. I am running late. If I can zip through Rhode Island Avenue, I might make it to K Street on time. I’m hammering the pedals. I hit 25 miles per hour. I slow down for a line of cyclists easing into the intersection. The light changes. I am 10 bikes back. I am doomed — again.
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