The adhesive on our sharrows knows how to let go. I’ll guess the city plowed maybe six times this winter, but still the sharrows disappear. Disappear isn’t right. They just move from where they were placed onto front lawns. Two weeks ago, on a three block stretch of Lincoln Ave., I spotted a dozen or so sharrow bits on front lawns. Today I pedaled that stretch again and picked up what was there.
I ended up with three heads, one point five wheels, two chevrons and various frame bits. I understand the city intends to reapply these each year. I wonder what that costs all in? Parts and labor total $229 per sharrow in Portland. That’s a lot of dough. I’d rather it go to pay a firefighter’s salary or pension. I wonder if people, as they see them more often, are learning what they mean. Recently I was driving with an avid bicycle commuter who asked me what the markings meant. Is there any hope? It’d be nice if more people just shared the roads better without the signs.
Seventies today. I pedaled to the garden to lay hose to the back gardens before people planted and then to the grocery. Yesterday I pedaled to get Lacey’s framed Peppermint Patty latch hook. My Burley trailer is getting a real workout!
The frame came out great. Local? I recommend Alacrity Frame Workshop.