{"id":4062,"date":"2010-11-30T09:02:52","date_gmt":"2010-11-30T16:02:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/?p=4062"},"modified":"2010-11-30T09:22:21","modified_gmt":"2010-11-30T16:22:21","slug":"local-transit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nerdseyeview.com\/blog\/2010\/11\/30\/local-transit\/","title":{"rendered":"Local Transit"},"content":{"rendered":"

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On my third day in Dublin, I rented a bicycle. The bike was too big, the gears wobbly, but it was Ireland and I wanted to ride a bike. By the end of the week, I knew the back roads. \u00a0I rode the narrow shoulder past green yards, mossy little cottages set back from the road, bits of Irish countryside in suburbia. \u00a0I took the bus on rainy days. Mornings, I rode with students in school uniforms talking about homework, mugging in the aisles. I sat upstairs, peeking into the walled gardens at forgotten laundry.<\/p>\n

In Austin, I walked past elegant stucco homes to the bus stop. Spanish oaks sprawled over the sidewalks, birdsong filled the morning air. In Tampa, I bussed 45 minutes to the abandoned looking downtown, inventing lives for the people getting on and off at strip malls. On the bus in Vegas, I talked with a beautiful showgirl, smiling and helpful, on her day off.<\/p>\n

In Waikiki, I abandoned wheels and walked everywhere. That city belongs to locals in the morning. Barefoot surfers, heading for the waves. Old ladies, taking constitutionals in the shallows. Street artists, preparing for a day of bamboozling tourists. Once, I saw the human statue without his costume. He was in shorts and a tank top. I could see his dark brown skin. But his face,to his hairline and shirt collar, were completely metallic.<\/p>\n

The pace of a bicycle, the bus, your feet, changes everything about how you experience a place.<\/p>\n

This post has been entered into the Gran Tourismo HomeAway<\/a> Holiday Rentals travel blogging competition<\/a>. <\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On my third day in Dublin, I rented a bicycle. The bike was too big, the gears wobbly, but it was Ireland and I wanted to ride a bike. By the end of the week, I knew the back roads. \u00a0I rode the narrow shoulder past green yards, mossy little cottages set back from the … <\/p>\n


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