Crossing Crow Canyon Rd.

Yesterday we waited at least three minutes, maybe closer to five, to cross Crow Canyon at the signal on Iron Horse Trail as we were riding south. This is always a long signal, but yesterday it was especially aggravating. As usual, people began to grumble, and one pair of cyclists started out against the red light just before it turned. Returning north along the path, we arrived at this light where one man said he had been waiting for about three minutes. Shortly after we arrived, a San Ramon policeman showed up, explaining that someone had complained about the light to him. He parked on our side of the street to observe the cycle.

Shortly after he arrived, a jogger proceeding south started out against the red light, having not seen the policeman. When she arrived at the divider in the middle of the road, she stopped abruptly and waited along with another woman who had been there for a long time. The policeman angrily asked her if she thought she was special. The policeman finally tired of waiting for the cycle to give us the green light, attempted to control the light from the box. When he was unable to do this, he walked out into traffic and let all the walkers and cyclists cross, using his arms the old-fashioned way.  As the jogger crossed to the policeman’s side, she started to attempt to justify herself. The policeman edgily told her, “Just don’t say anything or I will give you a ticket.

It was amusing to see a self-centered jogger enjoy a few uncomfortable minutes, but the cycle for this light really does need to be shorter for people using Iron Horse Trail. Crow Canyon is a busy multi-laned road, and some adjustments need to be made.


Ride on a Summer Day

Today we did one of our usual local rides: Alamo to Danville. It was an especially nice summer day, rather hot but not extremely so. Riding down the old highway to Danville, I could smell that warm rich scent that plants give off in the summer air. Every once in a while a hint of a breeze occurred, and other times  the heat of the sun was relieved by the shade of the trees by the side of the road.

We rode to McCaulou’s where we purchased presents for our granddaughter’s birthday and then traced our route back to Lunardi’s where we parked our bikes and walked around town–to the library, to a handicraft shop, and lastly to the farmer’s market. Danville is a pleasant place to shop; some of our gift purchases were wrapped while we carried on friendly conversations with the clerks. And at the farmers’ market, we were offered specials on a couple of items because we arrived there fairly late in the morning.

Having completed our errands, we rode further along the path to meet our son at Amici’s, one of our favorite lunch spots. Coming back down Iron Horse Trail headed north, we spotted a couple of motorcycle police who looked like they were writing a ticket for a woman walking a dog. This was taking place as we passed under the freeway. We couldn’t really figure out what was going on, but we were curious.

As we left Danville, we exited Iron Horse Trail and again rode along the road back to Alamo. The road north is slightly downhill and the bike lane is wide. We have found that the absence of cross streets, strollers, and dogs makes riding the road preferable to Iron Horse Trail for this bit of the ride.