Glass. It’s everywhere, especially the streets. Broken, shiny remnants of last week’s recycling sparkle in the daylight sun. For a moment, I think the streets look dazzling – until I get a piece stuck in my flip-flop or bike tire.
Is it me, or do people tend to think the bike lane makes a great temporary parking space? Delivery trucks are perhaps the prime suspects in this case, and perhaps …
Odunde, which is a worldly cultural organization, desires to spread knowledge of the African American Culture every June along South Street. Businesses close, streets are barricaded and the sound of drums can be heard from blocks away.
Philadelphians embrace beer week like they do their sports teams –with unconditional love. But what happens when that love turns to slurred speech and ridiculously loud yelling at 1 a.m. on a Tuesday night?
As a biker who actually plans travel around bike lanes in the city, I’m extremely annoyed when major construction occurs on a legit bike lane street.
Anyone can look the part of a runner, rower or cross-fit master, but no matter what you are wearing, training and hard-work will outperform even the cutest $60 sports tank.
Posting your glamour-shot race photo as your Facebook profile picture just so people can “like” it and comment on how awesome you are doesn’t make you famous; it just makes you annoying.
Following races in the past, my recovery plan was a combination of inebriation and copious amounts of fried foods. However, this year’s post Broad Street Run was the turning point.
A plethora of “new” runners can wreak havoc on those who have been pounding the pavement through the brutally cold and snowy days, making the once roomy Schuykill River Trail seem like a 5-mile game of dodge ball.
The Broad Street Run is upon us, and as I lace up my shoes and stroll down Kelly Drive, I’m reminded of the various types of people who sign up for this annual event.