I was downtown (St. Paul) this afternoon for work crap. Because I expected to get in and out fast, I rode the bike. Boy was that a mistake. It has been about two months since the end of the semester and the last time I rode into downtown St. Paul and the number of “No Motorcycle Parking” signs has blossomed like dandelions in my backyard. There must be hundreds of places motorcycles are not allowed to park.
If you think future planners are including two-wheeled vehicles in their plans, you are not paying attention. They are slowly working to eliminate every advantage motorcycles and scooters have in light of what everyone in transportation knows will be the next step: self-driving cars. Between our hooligan ways and our marginal contribution to traffic, emissions, and general usefulness, we’re about as popular as cops and as expected to survive into the next generation as dinosaurs.