For parents of young children aching to take some positive action right now in our screwed-up world — If you truly want to make a difference, the best way to do that is locally*. If you told me 22 years ago when I moved here with a baby that I not only wouldn’t be able to ride a bike to the supermarket, park, or city hall a generation later but not even in another 20 years (based on the current transportation plan update), I would never have moved here. (See Stay in the Streets for why riding a bike is a political, environmental, social, and artistic form of activism. For more, see my new book, Traveling at the Speed of Bike.)
I tried. I started the Sustainability Commission and we passed the Complete Streets Policy. I served on the Comprehensive Land Use Plan steering committee and we included many details about bike-friendliness, walkability, and usable greenspace. I rode and met with so many leaders and consultants I can’t even count. My children and I rode to three different schools day after day when hardly anyone else did (where they were made to wait at the end of the day until every carpool and bus left), and to a community center one mile from our home where I had to make alternative arrangements for my daughters to leave camp there because riding a bike was a “special circumstance.” I’ve documented the economic impact of one little bike rack on a business and our city’s tax rolls. I’ve taken my life in my hands (see chapter 3 in my book — Pedaling as Fast as I Can, and chapter 6 — Noodle Lady), and I’ve documented and shared what it was like to be called an asshole on social media by one of your own because I was riding legally and safely in the only way possible on the only road to my neighborhood (see the Epilogue in my book). In short, I’ve done everything I can. But it hasn’t been enough.
Your city is still missing the point about designing a home, business, education, and leisure environment with safe access for all, with divided support for this simple principle. Your newborn will see no change unless you (or people you encourage) get involved. The plan right now does not account for your child (see photo of Pointy the Bike Lane above — the city thinks that’s just fine). There is no plan for a safe, cohesive, connected network. There is no Dunwoody Woodline in the next twenty years. Note: Kids don’t wait — they grow up. My baby from when I moved here in 1995 moves into her new apartment 3,000 miles away next week. My job is just about done here.
Qualifying to run for Mayor or City Councilor in the City of Dunwoody, GA will be coming up before long. If you want to create a safer and more livable city for all, you are needed. And you have my vote.
(If you don’t live in my city, I assure you that you are needed in yours as well.)
* I know you are ridiculously busy. I was, too. When I started the Sustainability Commission, I said I could not go to meetings at night due to family commitments, that the only way I could go is if they were at 7:30 AM, after I got my daughters to school and I had to leave at 9 AM sharp to go to work. I served as chair of that commission for a year (until the mayor and two city councilors laughed in the faces of a roomful of children, and I decided to spend my nonrenewable resource of time helping communities-in-need start gardens instead), and it is now eight years later. The meetings are still at 7:30 AM. The point: you can create your own reality, as I did. Don’t decide you can’t be involved because the norm of evening meetings (or meetings at all) doesn’t fit your schedule. Anything is possible.