Across, across, and away!
It is a little up, but my sister's upcoming wedding outside of Seattle is mostly all the way west, so I'll start by heading east. The closest airport is Bradley down in Connecticut, but by flying from Logan airport in Boston, the ticket was $100 cheaper, and that bought me a direct overnight flight when I can conceivably sleep. That was worth a slightly longer trip to the airport. Plus, it could be an adventure, hopefully within reason. Last week I checked with my friend Sandy, who made it into his thirties before obtaining a driver's license. He's lived locally for thirty years and used to fly more regularly for consulting work, so I asked if he had any particular pointers for transporting myself to Logan by bike. Turns out, he would usually ride to the closest T station and train to the airport from there. I'm inclined to ride to the airport and use the bike rack INSIDE a parking garage, in view of a security camera, that was mentioned on a website I found, but ha...








