Keep hoping.
On March 17, 2003,
Dwight Watson drove his tractor into the pond on the national mall. The morning of March 18 was exceedingly beautiful for bike commuting: blue sky, 50's, crystal clear air, gorgeous. I had to take an annoying, 45-second detour along Independence Drive (in those days one could ride literally onto the apron of the Washington Monument and touch it if you wanted to on the way to Jefferson Drive).
Car commuters took 3-4 hours(!!!) to get from Alexandria into DC. It was a monumental clusterf*$#k. Epic. Rivaled only by the day the suicide jumper closed the Wilson Bridge IMO.
The next day was equally as beautiful: blue sky, 50's, crystal clear air, gorgeous. The news had been essentially 24/7 about the kook in his tractor in the pond. I was certain that on Wednesday morning I would see more bike commuters. I mean, they
knew he was still there. And they
knew what a clusterf*$#k it had been the day before. It was not a surprise. Surely at least 1% of all those people who had sat in their cars for 3 hours to go 6 or 7 or 8 miles on Tuesday would figure out that they could ride their bike instead. Surely. After all, the DC area has the most highly educated population in the Western Hemisphere. Surely. Surely.....
I was wrong. I did not see any indication whatsoever that more people were riding the next day. Once again I had to take my annoying 45-second detour, but I was still on time (I probably left a minute early just in case

)
So if on a day when every single driver already knew that he or she was going to be sitting in an epic traffic jam--
already knew!--and virtually none chose to ride his or her bike instead, then I don't think those everyday, ordinary jams are going to do it either.
So keep hoping.
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