I took some time to reflect on yesterday's news and I depressed myself further.
I want to be a bike commuter in the worst way.
I want to get up early everyday and ride my bike to work.
I thinketh that bike commuting will improve my fitness, lower my weight, and relieve me of the stress and rage I oft feel behind the wheel.
I would be forced to minimalize- take only what I need and nothing else.
Hell, I might even feel a little bit of camaraderie between me and the other roadies...
Pfff! yeah right...
They would see me on one of these-
and start quaking in their USPS wannabe team jerseys.
Sheesh, If you're gonna wear a jersey with a design on it do it right- a la James
But alas, I live in East County, San Diego and am not in the friendliest biking land and the only beer cans I want to dodge are the ones labeled "BUD". Bike commuting around here just isn't as doable as I would wish.
-Pedestrians on bikes
-Transients on bikes
-Illegal migrant workers on bikes
-Morons on bikes
-Roadies on bikes
... All except for the latter, either on the sidewalk or going the wrong way in the bikelane or just plain making a nuisance of themselves.
(well, roadies are always a nuisance)
No, I'll continue to take my chances with the rocks and the roots-
Bike commuting will have to go on hold until I'm someplace where biking is a little more established.
I think I'd rather take a header on the trail than offa some asshole's bumper.
1 comment:
I feel your pain. I flirt with the same thoughts when I dream of returning to the world of motorcycle riding. then again, who wants to live forever? it's survival of the fittest, and apparently drunk assholes in buick sedans (and gutless cops) are the fittest. maybe roadies could evolve to have armor, or a shell of some sort they could retract into prior to being creamed. might be more aerodynamic as well...
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