|Tucker Blvd goes under I-64. It has been my custom to take Tucker Blvd on my daily commute.|
|This is another view of the Tucker Blvd bridge over the rail yard. In the background is the 14th Street bridge.|
I'd been thinking for sometime that the Tucker Blvd bridge was a hazard waiting to happen. I'd even thought about finding a route that would allow me to avoid all that quick to glaze road surface. But, I never seemed to get around to it. I was lucky that I didn't pay for my procrastination. Luck is good to have, but it isn't a very good plan. Having a strategy is a much better plan.
During my lunch hour I looked at maps and came up with a possible alternate route. After work I rode home that way. I actually like it so well that I'm making it my usual morning commute. Now, instead of Tucker Blvd. I'm going to go down by Busch Stadium.
|I admit I liked the Busch Stadium that this one replaced better. This one is nicer, but he seems like so many other stadiums out there. It is difficult to find its personality. Perhaps that will come as the years go by and memories build.|
|And, I get to say, "Hi" to Stan the Man each morning.|
And now a change of subject. I've now owned Billie for one year and just over 7400 miles. It has been great fun. To celebrate I took a long ride on Sunday. Part of the ride was going downtown to get the pictures I wanted to include above. Then I went putzing around some neighborhoods. I call this pink flamingo hunting, but I suppose one could say I'm working on my slow speed riding skills.
|My mother, may her memory being a blessing, did stuff like this. It always makes me smile when I see a goose in costume.|
|Apparently one needs to be careful of ones cow. This one is chained to the handrail.|
|And, this was the strangest lawn ornament I saw all day.|