As the weather grows warmer, Bostonist often finds ourselves rather damp after riding to work on our bicycle, as the unique pleasure of bicycle commuting can be marred by the sweaty condition of our clothes and body upon arrival. This is especially problematic if Bostonist is, on that particular morning, burdened with the insane tragedy of the Nine O’Clock Meeting. To combat this problem, we have taken to carrying our work clothes in our bag...
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Bostonist has found that biking around the city is much more convenient that other vehicular travel. Boston may be a walking city, but when you’re looking to get from Central Square to Centre St., the bike ride is only about 20 minutes, it’ll take you that long in a car with no traffic, and a bit longer if you’re taking the subway or busses. The Southwest Corridor park is one of our favorite ways to...
Bostonist is a huge fan of the Google Map. Recently we were busting out some directions for a friend coming to visit from all the way up in Everett. While not a bad bike ride the decision was to take the automobile. The map worked out well, door to door no problem, but we clicked hybrid just because we were hoping that it would show us what an “human-animal” hybrid was, and why it was fierce enough to make the state of the union address last night. We ask to you, dear reader, can you identify where the Everett, MA location of the Target chain? They've added extra zoom in the Boston area, so if you can, might you clue Bostonist in on whether or not they’re accepting helicopter shoppers, or at least helicopter deliveries? What might it mean if they do actually accept drop-off service.
And ridden they are, against all odds, sneering at Isaac Newton as they glide down the street. Their Boston following is fanatical and appears to have good deal more fun than the general populace. They form paramilitary squadrons to further their craft, bring chopper culture to Peru, and enliven the streets of this city a little bit just by going for a bike ride. It's almost enough to send Bostonist down to the basement with a how-to book and a propane torch.
