
Street Highlights: Capital Heights, Glenmore Ave, Bankers Ave, Energy Dr
This was an altogether unpleasant ride. Everything was going smoothly until Webb Golf Course, which forced us onto College Drive. While not the main idea of this entry, a motif of fuck you Webb Golf Course will be present.
The plan seemed innocent enough. My wife and I wanted to see a movie and perhaps have a drink afterward. We went to the Citiplace Theatre in Citiplace Center followed by a fancy bottled beer joint, The Cove. The monkey-wrench in our plan was, as it always is, we wanted to bike out.
The plan seemed innocent enough. My wife and I wanted to see a movie and perhaps have a drink afterward. We went to the Citiplace Theatre in Citiplace Center followed by a fancy bottled beer joint, The Cove. The monkey-wrench in our plan was, as it always is, we wanted to bike out.






Welcome Golfers: All other activities are prohibited
Wrong. It became very clear that we were not welcomed on two wheels. If the sign wasn't indication enough the fencing cinched it. As we neared the end of Westdale Dr they began. They even encompassed the sidewalk on College Dr. Across their own private crosswalk, the golfers had completely enclosed their holes. Even if we could cross we would be fenced in on the other side.
Sticking with the motif of fuck you Webb Golf Course I will quickly describe a similar situation. A few days after this trek I needed to report to my work's central office right there on Foster Dr across the concrete bayou. I looked at the map on the right and Greenside Dr led to a golfer's crosswalk over the canal, but that too was fenced in. I had to double back around and cross on Claycut then bike precariously down Foster. So I can say for sure that even though Webb has half a dozen crosswalks for golfers, the only way for most folks to make their way across is the two major roads Claycut and College. Although I didn't get a photo of the College Dr fencing, below you can see where Greenside meets the park from the view point of the back of my central office. Completely fenced. Could have saved me a good mile so each ride. So Fuck You Webb Golf Course, twice now.





Bankers Ave led us to Energy Dr which had a light that could safely ferry us across Corporate Blvd. There are mostly hotels and crappy chain restaurants, a la Chili's, in this sector of the Center, but we thought surely there was a way to cross into the area with the theatre and bar, but there we go thinking again. I might have to start calling my wife Shirley. The Bestwestern Parking lot was fenced in, the Hilton was fenced in, so we once again road on the sidewalk. Fuck You Hilton and Bestwestern.

At this point the sidewalks were nice and even. Naturally for Baton Rouge there were no pedestrians. So we made it to the theatre through the busy parking lot with a few minutes to spare and believe it or not we weren't the only bikers, there was one other. Afterward we had some fancy beers at the Cove. Strange, however, that they tout themselves to be a fancy beer bar though they have not a single beer on draft. Forgive me, however, I am a beer snob.
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