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41. A History of Bike Advocacy by Jeff Mapes

New World Library ePub

Jeff Mapes

By the late 1980s, people who wanted to make cycling a mainstream transportation choice in North America were in a tough spot. Local bike advocacy groups in cities across the United States and Canada were largely moribund as cheap oil fueled another rapid spurt of suburbanization, and the roads became clogged with SUVs and minivans that resembled mobile living rooms.

Politicians and transportation agencies were focused on building massive highways, and traffic engineers gave little thought to the idea that anyone astride a bicycle had much to contribute to mobility. Perhaps most grimly, it was no longer common to see children riding their bikes to school. The fear of abduction or assault, the increasing ferocity of auto traffic on the streets, and the decline of the neighborhood school all accelerated the decline of this childhood rite.

So it was perhaps fitting that the surviving cycling advocacy groups — chiefly the Bicycle Federation of America and the Rails-to-Trails Conservancy — helped form a new lobby group in Washington, DC, that was informally known as the “losers’ coalition.” More formally known as the Surface Transportation Policy Project, this coalition represented the dispossessed of the American transportation scene. The public-transit agencies, which always came in a distant second to the road builders in securing federal funding, were joined by architects, city planners, environmentalists, and urbanists — as well as mayors and other urban politicians tired of the stranglehold that state departments of transportation held on federal money for roads.

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Chapter 5

Bean, Leon Leonwood Down East Books ePub

Chapter 5

How to Hunt Black Bear

No game animal in Maine is more elusive, more difficult to stalk, or once having been started, more difficult to shoot than a black bear. A bear is seldom caught unawares, for he has an almost uncanny sense of smell and is faster than chain lightning in his mental and physical reactions.

In northern Maine the best month to hunt black bear is October, for it is the month that they are locating comfortable winter quarters and are intent on piling on surplus fat in anticipation of a long sleep to come.

If the beechnuts are plentiful, walk slowly along the hardwood ridges, not on top of the ridges, but where the black growth mingles with the hardwoods. Travel with wind in your face. Be on alert. Should the bear you are hunting smell or hear you, he certainly will head for parts unknown without any preliminary motions. He won’t stop to investigate, and once started, you might as well find a needle in a haystack as to attempt to locate him that day.

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The Newspaper Reporter

Ron Tatum University of North Texas Press ePub

The Newspaper Reporter

After I had been shoeing about twelve years, a newspaper reporter in Northern California who had heard about me from someone, called to set up an interview. He was interested in my background prior to taking up horseshoeing, and wanted to write an article about that. That was all right with me, and we set up a time when I could be doing a horse so he could observe the process.

I had already started working on the horse when the reporter showed up in his big blue news truck and walked over to the horse and me in his fancy loafers and his reporter’s hat. He had no notepad or pencil, no tape recorder or any other note-taking device. We shook hands. “Is this the horse?” he asked. I looked at him a moment. “Yes.” “Oh,” he said, and just stood there. I said nothing and continued working. Silence. After awhile he asked, “Do you like your work?” I said yes I did. More silence. After a few more minutes he asked, “Is this a hard job?” Once again I stopped. I put my tools down and looked directly at him. “Yes, it is,” I announced. We looked at each other for a moment, and I went back to work, telling myself that this was the poorest excuse for a reporter I had ever seen, and as far as I was concerned, the interview was over.

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The Angelina Cat and Coon Hunting Association: A Sort of Memoir

Edited by Kenneth L. Untiedt University of North Texas Press PDF



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In 1966, I had just reached my 23rd birthday. Contrary to the expectations of a good many of my high school teachers, I had completed an M.A. degree and had been gainfully employed as a psychologist at a state residential mental health facility in deep East

Texas. Life was good. The future beckoned. The time had come for me to begin to assume my rightful place in the adult world.

Some of the more promising young men were finding their places in that world by joining the Jaycees, while others were joining the local Masonic or Elks Lodge.

Some of my friends from college were continuing their foray into the political world we had begun on campus in the Young

Democrats by becoming actively involved in the County Democratic Party (in those days nobody openly affiliated with the

County Republican Party). As an ex-athlete (defined as one who valiantly attempted successful participation in high school, and even briefly, collegiate athletics), I briefly considered devoting time to recreational league softball and basketball, but was reminded by friends that the only thing worse than being an almost never used substitute in high school was continuing that level of non-participation in places where I had to pay to not play.

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