It’s not in his policy book, and you might not have guessed it based on his auto-bound outer borough voter base and stance on bike lanes, but Anthony Weiner wants to ease up on New York City’s requirements that developers build parking in new buildings.
In video captured by Streetsblog’s Ben Fried, he mentioned reducing minimum parking requirements twice at the Tour de Queens, where he tried to convince bike advocates that his comment to Michael Bloomberg that he’d have a ribbon-cutting to celebrate ”tearing out your fucking bike lanes” was just a joke. (Unsuccessfully, it seems—as it turns out, the all-powerful bike lobby demands more than just tax credits.)
Buzzfeed, the Internet fun-stuff aggregator (and the people behind the Kim Kardashian store vigil) have been doing some great original content lately. Sometimes you just have to give back to the web, you know? The most recent example is a YouTube bike tour down NYC’s oldest North-South street, starting in the Bronx and ending up in Bowling Green. And since watching a real time video like that would take approximately 5 hours, it’s been sped up to fit into a nice 5 minute clip with some funky grooves. We just hope the rider was wearing a helmet.
The Observer was beginning to suffer withdrawal. It had been more than two weeks since Michael Kimmelman filed his last piece for The Times Art Section, after a run of nearly one architecture review a week. We should have seen his latest one coming, but The Observer must admit that we did not.
It is not simply because defining bike lanes as architecture could be a subject open for debate, at least under Mr. Kimmelman’s starchiest-loving predecessor (to be fair, he did write about the Time Square pedestrian plazas) but also because the Gray Lady has not exactly been a friend to the cycling movement, consistently criticizing the godhead Janette Sadik-Khan.
But for Mr. Kimmelman, recently returned from Europe, cycling is almost a perfect conveyance.
Cycling with Style
His glasses were brown, semi-rimless and matched the crisp white gloves he wore to replace modern-day fingerless bike gear. He had a black bowler hat with a tiny brown feather tucked into the lip and a red bow-tie complimented his brown, red and tan checkered suit. And, as he twirled a woman around, moving with bousterous live swing music, the rest of the sidewalk crowd watched, dazed by the energy of his imprompteau dance.