I'm a big fan of infrastructure. Pretty much all of it. I figure it's gotta be important to…read moremaintain our roads and bridges, improve public transportation, make the city a bike-friendly town. During the construction of this pedestrian and cycle-friendly bridge that connects Albuquerque's Westside with the Paseo del Bosque via I-40, there were plenty of whiners around here, bitching about the $6.9 million price tag. (Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do believe this project was approved by voters, yes?) They're the same folks who continue to rail about the Rail Runner, and claim that incentives and rebates for filmmakers are breaking the state bank. I look at it the other way around: How many people, the world over, are seeing our gorgeous state on their movie and television screens and, intrigued, come visit, biking our extensive system of trails, investing in our economy, riding the train to Santa Fe? We can't measure that impact.
When I see this bridge, or simply think about it, my calves instantaneously ache. For good reason. When my kid was a toddler, for one solid year, I took advantage of our access to the trail by the river by popping her in a bike trailer and pulling her all over town. We avoided our car at all costs, riding to the zoo, aquarium, parks and open spaces. We also shopped via bike trailer, and that's where this bridge comes in. I was so thrilled when it was finished, and my first ride absolutely tore my calves to shreds. My little girl had the time of her life. I could barely walk the next day. But we sho'nuff got ourselves some toilet paper at Walmart, dammit.
A little research told me the basics about this bridge. Its namesake, Gail Ryba, was a PhD fuel cell researcher at Sandia National Labs and a Seattle transplant, who strongly advocated for local cyclists and founded Bike ABQ. Tragically, she died of cancer while this bridge was under construction. I've heard cyclists complain about the uneven spots that interrupt the arc of this bridge, level overlooks that allow us to marvel at the majesty of the Rio Grande -- the murky brown waters and discarded shoreline tires, not to mention the delightful ambient melodies of traffic and choking exhaust fumes. I actually like these spots, they help me keep my sanity when I'm flying downhill eastward, with my clueless kiddo in the sidecar, howling with joy. I love the cement engravings and colorful art along the ground and walls, trout and cottonwood leaves, coyote paws. Evenings, I like the soft lights that halo these overlooks.
It's a fitting and unique memorial to a terrific person. I'd love to leave this world with a bridge. Can't put a price on that.