Bike lockers under the parking garage.
My Campus Bike has a huge frame size and handle bars. I have to take the front wheel off to fit it into my bike locker.
An errand by bike is much faster around this part of town than by car. I'm on back streets rarely taken by the masses of automobiles everywhere.
This seems to be a typical post-war neighborhood in Tucson that I'm riding through.
Pima Street Bikes is owned by Phil and Judy. Pima Street used to be a dirt road up until the late 1940's so I've been told. Its great to have one of the best bike shops in town a mile from your office!
Phil--remarkably--not busy at the moment. Phil and Judy just fix bikes these days--they have so much business doing repairs and maintinance that they stopped selling bike years ago.
Cosignment bikes--clients bring thier old bikes in when they get a new bike. You must stop by and check out the bikes regularly, and if you see one that strikes your fancy you must buy it on the spot. Chances are the next person coming through will buy it and it will be out the door. There's been several times I've seen a bike I wanted, and later I called the shop or went by to put down the money--only to find the bike sold that same afternoon.
This is my short cut through the neighborhood, and into medical offices that surround the hospital. I think this is what's left of a wash that was here many years ago, maybe when this area was open desert. There's a palm tree starting to grow there on the right. I've thougt about digging it up after work sometime and taking it home to re-plant in my backyard.
The old water tower, built in 1924, still stands on the campus. When this was a TB sanitarium, people used to get off the train in downtown Tucson and then were told to head towards the water tower to get to the Desert San. Large Red-tailed Hawks like to sit on the very top in the mornings. The Cooper's Hawk like to sit on the hand rail. I've seen the Cooper's Hawks feed thier young offspring on the walkway, dining on morning doves, ground squirrels, and sometimes on one of the feral cats that lurk around campus.
Staff put out food for the kitty-kats and the hawks scoop down and grab them--a cat that is...not a staff member. Actually I think that would be frightful to see a resident or nurse being consumed by Cooper's Hawks from up on the Old Water Tower. Probably wouldn't sit well with the patients.