Have you done your quaxing today?
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Have you done your quaxing today?
"You may have seen the hashtag #quaxing used on Twitter, along with pictures of people shopping by foot, bike, bus or train. Here’s what “quaxing” is, where the term came from, and how to use it."
By the Motorway ? What in the world is #quaxing ?
By the Motorway ? What in the world is #quaxing ?
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I guess having your name turned into a synonym for rational transportation behavior is better than what happened to Rick Santorum, he of the Google problem created by Dan Savage in response to Santorum's unceasing attacks on the gay community.
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I live in Auckland and "quaxing" is a very recent and funny new eponymous verb. Dick Quax is a somewhat conservative city councillor here who often sides with the pro-car constituency. This group is actively fighting pedcycle focused initiatives to make Auckland for walking and cycle networks. His bombastic Tweets that no one has ever used a bike or public transport for shopping led to the new word. He is a former 5000m world record holder.
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I do so on a regular basis… usually enough to get me though the week. The term however is new to me, and yes it's funny how to the eyes of a car driver, we don't exist.
I ride to the local shops, trailer in tow. When I get there, the trailer is un-hitched and it becomes my trolley, which I take into the shops, get the bits I need, everything goes back in the trailer with no shopping bags, and the whole lot gets wheeled out to the bike, hitched up, and towed home about 2km.
If someone takes me up to the shops, I instantly miss it, because the trailer is easier to handle in the shops than a trolley and it fits more than a hand basket.
I ride to the local shops, trailer in tow. When I get there, the trailer is un-hitched and it becomes my trolley, which I take into the shops, get the bits I need, everything goes back in the trailer with no shopping bags, and the whole lot gets wheeled out to the bike, hitched up, and towed home about 2km.
If someone takes me up to the shops, I instantly miss it, because the trailer is easier to handle in the shops than a trolley and it fits more than a hand basket.
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It is amazing that millions of people worldwide can shop on foot or on bikes, but anti-bike, pro-car politicians like Mr. Quax have never seen even one. Why do they think all those bikes and trailers are parked outside the grocery store? Why do they think all those old ladies are walking on sidewalks near the store, pulling little wheeled carts full of canned goods and apples?
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Its a funny term based on its origin. With that said, I hope it dies a quick death as its a seriously dumb sounding word to use in a serious conversation.
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It is amazing that millions of people worldwide arrive at the supermarkets on foot or on bikes, but anti-bike, pro-car politicians like Mr. Quax have never seen even one. Why do they think all those bikes and trailers are parked outside the grocery store? Why do they think all those old ladies are walking on sidewalks near the store, pulling little wheeled carts full of canned goods and apples?
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It's probably worth pointing out, that while I do regularly shop by bicycle, Australia (and NZ) for that matter are not technically "the western world", we're the extreme east!
However, now I'm just nit picking, so I'll leave it be.
Edit: Just got back from doing my shopping…
However, now I'm just nit picking, so I'll leave it be.
Edit: Just got back from doing my shopping…
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Today I #quaxed .
Went to 6 different places, two different grocery stores, a bank and a credit union, a big box store and a convenience store. My shopping panniers held it all. About 7 miles and took about 2 1/2 hours. One of the grocery stores not only had bicycle parking but a bicycle repair station with pump and tools.
Went to 6 different places, two different grocery stores, a bank and a credit union, a big box store and a convenience store. My shopping panniers held it all. About 7 miles and took about 2 1/2 hours. One of the grocery stores not only had bicycle parking but a bicycle repair station with pump and tools.
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It's probably worth pointing out, that while I do regularly shop by bicycle, Australia (and NZ) for that matter are not technically "the western world", we're the extreme east!
However, now I'm just nit picking, so I'll leave it be.
Edit: Just got back from doing my shopping…
However, now I'm just nit picking, so I'll leave it be.
Edit: Just got back from doing my shopping…
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Yesterday was complicated.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.
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Yesterday was complicated.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.
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No, I ride in NYC almost every day, but yesterday I did it all on foot . But carrying that box on midtown Manhattan sidewalks, dodging people taking selfies in with the Empire State Building in the background, was interesting enough. Riding a bike one-handed through Trenton traffic was easy in comparison! (and probably safer )
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Yesterday was complicated.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.
I began my day out on Long Island, where my wife and I are spending the summer. Over the weekend I bought my son a bass guitar at a yard sale. No strings, no case, but a good guitar and cheap. So yesterday morning I wrapped it in a sheet and held it in one hand while riding my folding bike to the train station. Running late, of course, I tried to pretend my back tire wasn't going flat... but half way to the station had to pump it up. Rode as fast as possible, now running later... ended up walking the last hundred yards to the train, dripping sweat... and the train was 8 minutes late. I didn't have to rush at all.
Walked the bike from Penn Station to my office; I just wasn't in the mood to patch the tube yet. To my relief, homeland security did not stop me to ask what's wrapped in the sheet; someone could easily have suspected a firearm or something.
At my office, I had a large box containing the frame of my old touring bike that I just had powder coated at a place in Queens. There was room in the box for the bass, so that was good. Left work an hour early, carrying the box. Left the folding bike at the office because I was going back to NJ to check on my kids, give my son his new used bass, and do some other things.
When I got to my NJ train station, where I have a bike locker, I took my randonneuring bike out of my bike locker and put the box, which was too heavy to carry on the bike in the locker. The randonneuring bike is serving as commuter bike while my regular commuter beater is being powder coated at a place in Trenton. Rode the bike in to Trenton, picked up the bike frame (now shiny green rather than rusty red ) and held that in one hand while riding the 6 miles home. It was really hot. Dripping with sweat again.
After rehydrating I got the xtracycle out of the shed and rode back to the station, strapped the box of bass and bike, as well as my briefcase, to the bike; and rode home. By bed time I had almost reassembled my commuter bike.
Total bicycling miles for the day, about 25.