Entering Rt 376 from Diddell Road after leaving the Dutchess Rail Trail:

All of Rt 376 has thick gravel along the shoulder from the deteriorating asphalt.
The wheel-trapping longitudinal cracks on the shoulder show where the previous surface extended beyond the bottom paving layer. Basically, you must ride to the right of the edge of the “new” cap over the travel lane and left of the parallel cracks:

Sometimes, you must use the road surface. Fortunately, it’s not too bad at this spot:

But it quickly returns to normal:

In some places, the travel lane is developing longitudinal cracks, so moving off the shoulder will require taking the lane:

Chooosing your line requires the ability to ride precisely between gravel, cracks, and traffic:

I can ride along this plateau every time, but it seems unreasonable to expect that level of ability from every bicyclist:

In this spot, the potholes expose three layers of paving. The only “safe” line seems to be on the very edge of the “new” cap, just to the right of the potholes:

The “new” cap didn’t adhere to the previous asphalt very well, perhaps because the thickness dropped below the spec. I’m crossing the travel lane to reach the left turn storage lane at the New Hackensack signal, having avoided a drain grate that occupies the ever-narrowing shoulder:

A map showing the route:

[Edit: A comment from someone who shall remain anonymous:
This person has found an amusing way to get attention to potholes: he just adds a penis drawing to the pothole with spray paint.
Well, there goes my PG rating…]
Time for some of those 4″ wide Moonlander tires all the hip kids are riding… I believe Surly even offers a 5″ wide tire. Wouldn’t THAT be fun to trundle along with all day long.
This, by the way, is one reason I’ve been reluctant to embrace trikes, despite how fast and fun they are: right now all I need is a clear strip the width of my hand and I can make it through anything. (In fact, since I’m on a 14 pound upright bike, I don’t even mind foot-wide foot-deep holes, as I can jump them.) On a trike, stuff like trash cans and potholes mean I’m waaaay out in the lane. Which I’m legally allowed to do, but that doesn’t help much if I get hit.
Aye, trikes are the most fun you can have with your clothes on, but three tire tracks flat-out (pun intended) don’t fit on the roads around here.
Every now and again, I hear a woman’s voice saying “Pull up! Pull up!”…
Yep. Getting the recumbent trike was a mistake–should have gone for a T’easy or other such bike. Commuting in the SF bay area on a trike was, er,
terrifyinginteresting