The Natty Ice of Transportation

In order to get people walking and biking again, we need to get this money out of highway bills, out of porked omnibus bills, and into meaningful long-term strategy that puts people and places first.

I’ll drink it but I won’t like it.

It’s time to stop pretending that scraping cow dung off the top of the transportation mulch pile makes eating it any less appealing.

Biking in the United States, once a shiny prospect, is now in a century-long war with road boosters who seemingly couldn’t care less about the safety of all users of all abilities that use the asphalt they’re peddling. You know how I know this? No money, and when there is, it tastes bad. Like cow dung. Or Natty Ice.

Truthfully, I get the hate for “ice” beers. Sure, they have a stale taste and look like they should be malted, and they’re generally a cheaper alternative than their “heavy” or “light” counterparts and go down almost too easy. The high alcohol-per-dollar ratio is in itself a selling point for college students. It seems like the point of an ice beer is to efficiently transfer fermented glucose as efficiently to the blood stream as possible.

This is not like unlike bike and pedestrian funding in the United Sta…