I have a love-hate relationship with bicycling in Buffalo. I love how bikeable the city is and in the summer, e:Drew and I definitely hit the town with our bikes. I'm a big fan of following the rules of the road since the rules of the road for cars, apply to bicycles on the street as well.

Section 1231. Traffic laws apply to persons riding bicycles or skating or gliding on in-line skates.

Every person riding a bicycle or skating or gliding on in-line skates upon a roadway shall be granted all of the rights and shall be subject to all of the duties applicable to the driver of a vehicle by this title, except as to special regulations in this article and except as to those provisions of this title which by their nature can have no application.

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I absolute hate the bicycling culture that flouts all the rules of the road, that puts bicyclists in harms way of cars, and then has the audacity to be upset at the vehicle driver.

Tonight, I turned onto Ashland, a one way street, from Summer and had to stop very quickly to avoid hitting two bicyclists riding down the road the wrong way. They had the audacity to make angry faces and shake their fists at me...despite the fact that I came nowhere near hitting them. Despite the fact that it is not reasonable for me to expect traffic coming down the street the wrong way. Despite the fact that they were the ones acting in complete disregard to the traffic laws. Now I wish I would have hit them. Well, no, not really. That would be bad. But I still don't think they get to be jerks to me when they're the ones being stupid.

Flashing yellow light at the intersection means proceed through the intersection with some caution.

Flashing red light at the intersection means stop and proceed after yielding to traffic.

Learn how traffic signals work, Buffalo drivers!

See, I am equally annoyed at drivers and bicyclists.

Today, I happily claimed possession of my childhood piano.

If you pass by our house you might catch a glimpse of me happily pounding away on the keyboard. And you might hear the sounds of Billy Joel tunes and cheesy Christian music.

My house is complete. It has a piano, a husband, two cats and a dog. It can't get any better than this.

Oh, little red truck
You reignited my love for you.
Half a tank of gas from Buffalo to Pittsburgh?!
I couldn't ask for more from our little truck!!
You must have heard our resentful mutterings
of low gas mileage and frequent repairs
You must have sensed our unfaithfulness
As we coveted the Kia Soul and the Suzuki sx4
Cash for Clunkers, how could we turn it down?

How easily I forgot, little red truck
that you faithfully journeyed with me
from Illinois to Philadelphia.
You ventured the twists and turns
of the Pennsylvania turnkpike
twice a month for a year
so that I could see my fiancee.

I promise, I'll never speak of trading you in again.