
Letter America Dear Southwest Airlines, I’m writing to complain about the unfair way I was treated on a recent flight from San Francisco to Phoenix. ... More
Most of the time when I bike (which is a little less than half the time), I'll do anything to get where I'm going as quickly as possible and in effect spend as little time on the roads as possible. This includes going the wrong way on one-ways and pretending I'm half-car and half-pedestrian, a mentality which I've rationalized as somehow safer than leaving my fate totally up to Santa Fe drivers and the four feet they're expected to give me.
Arroyo de los Chamisos Trail, which will take you all the way to Santa Fe Place. It's really a beautiful ride, far from cars and full of wonders—arroyos and chamisos to start, but also neat little bridges, clear views of New Mexico's mountain ranges, sundry critters and even Frisbee golf—which are documented on occasional placards, some hand-drawn by local children. (Ignore the placard of the child who drew the arroyo as having bear. He or she is wrong, I think.)
likely won't be solved unless the trails become important enough to enough people. Sure the St. Michael's Drive intersection is frightful—after five minutes of waiting to cross without a stoplight or crosswalk, one gets very daring/stupid—and the Cerrillos/St. Francis intersection causes lost sleep if not limbs. But once those doozies are overcome, the rest is smooth and attractive sailing.