Dealing with Ignorance

I had thought about joining a 50ish mile ride that started from Monroe today. but the late night out last night dealing with an Epic Corn Maze Adventure precluded that. Fall back plans revolved around taking a kayak tour of the doomed WA 520 freeway access ramps in Lake Washington, and a musical presentation in Tacoma.  As time ticked by, it became obvious that if I were going to get out, I'd have to make my own plans.

I hopped on the bike and headed toward Marymoor Park. After last night's big blow there were a lot of sticks and debris on the trail. but nothing big enough to bring the adventure to an end.  I made it to Marymoor then retraced my route back to Fremont.

I continued to the Hiram Chittenden Locks. I've been there a few times, but had never toured the museum.  I locked my bike and walked in.  I was in there for less than 30 seconds when the man behind the welcome desk asked about my shoes.  I was wearing bike shoes with rain booties covering them. I thought he was questioning those.  No, he wanted to point out that I was wearing bike shoes.  He was concerned that my cleats would damage the carpet.  I highly doubt it, and  told him that I didn't think it would be an issue, but it's "his house" and I took off my booties and shoes.

No more than did I get those off, then the woman behind the desk questioned my socks.
I was wearing my bright yellow Panache  socks.

She remarked that they were very bright and  did I have any other socks I could put on.
I thought she was kidding.
One look at her told me she wasn't.
I told her I didn't have another pair of socks with me.

I left my shoes, helmet,  gloves,and booties in a corner and walked around the displays in my "obnoxiously bright" socks.

 The short film that normally plays in their auditorium was off line today, and a good portion of the 2nd floor display space was closed for updating. After about a half hour I grabbed my helmet, shoes, gloves, and booties and exited the museum. Per posted rules, I walked my bike back to the property boundary, then rode to Golden Gardens. It was an unexpectedly nice day.

After watching a guy try to trailer his boat for over 30 minutes, and the sun getting low on the horizon,  I turned back.  As I was riding through Ballard I crossed paths with the Cycle Saloon.

It appeared that the patrons where enjoying themselves.  In Oregon bicycles are considered vehicles and are subject to the same rules and regulations (except those that by their nature can't apply) I'm pretty sure that open container prohibitions would apply in Oregon, but here in Washington, home of legalized recreational marijuana, there doesn't seem to be a concern.

I finished up just after 6PM.  It was a  nice pedal.


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