It definitely is. Dumpsters > stinking piles of trash bags like European cities complain about when there’s a sanitation strike.
I mean, having grown up in new york I find the sight and smell endearing, but it becomes gross once the rational part of my brain processes it (which I must confess is not often).
Valencia has dumpsters on each block which is kind of too many; I can see three different groups of 5 dumpsters from my window. I’d rather have them in the open intersection or on a corner loading zone
I’m on the second floor behind multiple brick walls. It isn’t getting anywhere near loose dogs or children. I suppose the raccoons could get into it but they seem to be gone for the year. And they’re just overgrown rats anyway.
And one from this morning. There’s like an acre of parking lot immediately to the right of where the picture was taken but the bike path is where they chose to park three huge box trucks.
After this weekend’s snow, all the PBLs are totally and completely socked in under 17” of snow but this random mile-long gravel path in the park is plowed. Go fuckin figure.
only a little? with the tiny amount of space between the truck and the curb I don’t think I would have been able to get my bike past without the pedals making contact, my handlebars fucking up their mirror, and possibly my kickstand putting a ding in each panel.