Today I spent way too long in five lanes of traffic moving at 20 mph.
All I could think was "where are my green pastures and still waters?"
And I missed Lostine, where the sole highway had one lane in each direction, and three cars behind a slow truck was considered a jam. In the past year I had been in only two genuine traffic situations there: one on the 4th of July following the fireworks, and the other after the rodeo.
Bike lanes, here we come. When I get back from my epic train trip I will get that bike back out again.