My bike commute to work is pretty glamorous for the most part, so far as bike routes go. My ride takes me casually through a park, down one of the rare and illusive actual bike routes in this city, across one of the more elegant bridges in bridges in Europe across the Danube, with a view of the Basilica and Parliament there, and the Castle Hill and St Gellert on the way back. Not bad! The downside is that it also involves dodging photo snapping clueless tourists on the bridge, one of the most stressful roundabouts, and this tunnel as pictured here. The tunnel is a cross between the Second Street tunnel in downtown Los Angeles, minus the endless car commercial filming, but with all the urine smells of a pedestrian underpass in Echo Park and the air quality of Centralia, PA. It's a ride done quickly and with full knowledge that a little piece of you (or your lungs) die with every pass made without a full face respirator.
This, however, is a photo of the tunnel the other night while I was biking home. Being from LA my first thought was "Skoda commercial? Here?" Nope, just a freshen up. But it was a thrilling ride with no cars, minimal lighting, and a number of pedestrian lookeeloos.
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