Saturday morning, I found a note (pictured here -- sorry, it was rained on before I got the photo.) taped to the window of my car.

"Drivers you need to park at your house!" The end of the note is underlined in red pencil, I suppose for emphasis.
The whole thing amuses me. Friday night, as I'm sure you all know, was Bike Night.
This would be my third Bike Night as a downtown resident, living just two blocks from Continental Square. So I've come to expect a few things on that night.
First: There will be no parking near my apartment building. I'll have to drive around and around to find parking anywhere.
Second: I will not be able to take my normal route home from work, because I leave West Manchester Township at 6 p.m., right when the bike parade starts. If I take Roosevelt Avenue, I will smack right into the parade.
(To be clear, I'm not trying to complain about the above things. I know it's going to happen, and I accept it as a part of living where I live.)

"Drivers you need to park at your house!" The end of the note is underlined in red pencil, I suppose for emphasis.
The whole thing amuses me. Friday night, as I'm sure you all know, was Bike Night.
This would be my third Bike Night as a downtown resident, living just two blocks from Continental Square. So I've come to expect a few things on that night.
First: There will be no parking near my apartment building. I'll have to drive around and around to find parking anywhere.
Second: I will not be able to take my normal route home from work, because I leave West Manchester Township at 6 p.m., right when the bike parade starts. If I take Roosevelt Avenue, I will smack right into the parade.
(To be clear, I'm not trying to complain about the above things. I know it's going to happen, and I accept it as a part of living where I live.)
Continue reading A tale of parking and Bike Night.



