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Saturday, 23 March 2013

Me and my Bike

Well, it's been a crazy week, mostly because I made the decision about a month ago to stop using my car and buy a bike. No this was not a grandiose gesture to save the environment, although, if it makes you think more highly of me, then let's just say that was my motivation.
Anyway ...
The truth is, I'm a broke-ass author, and I've been walking the forty-five minute trek to and from work, and figured there had to be a quicker way. At this point, I may just mention that public transport, ie; the bus, scares the crap out of me, so don't even suggest it in the comment field ...
Right, so I have a bike now, and thus have been pedaling morning and night. I kept telling myself it would be easy, but it turns out I was dreaming.
The lovely, slightly downhill, early-morning ride to work is delightful. The wind in my face, IPod blaring in my ears - that's where it ends. So far, riding home has proved treacherous to say the least. It has rained, soaking me to the bone and rewarding me with soggy underpants. I've attempted to use a poncho, which when combined with South-Easterly winds, turns me into a freaking kite. I have to fight with the traffic, and sometimes endure the darkness. And since I am dead certain that the zombie apocalypse is coming, this just seems dangerous. I won't see those buggers lunging for my legs.
On the upside, lecherous guys with derogatory comments shouted from the open car windows have surprisingly made my week. Team that with the killer thigh muscles I'm developing, and I suppose I can suck up a bit of rain and the possibility I may take flight and end up in Fiji.
Have a good one,

Kristy :)


  1. Perhaps waterproof pants (like those for hiking, fishing etc) might help the soggy underpants issue... But good on you! At least if it rains on the way home, there is a warm shower waiting at the end - no fun riding TO work in the rain :P

  2. You know, I only work 5 minutes away by car. I once attempted riding my bike to work, too. I wish you much better luck than I had. After the second flat tire resulted in my tube popping, I gave up. I didn't say anything about the freeway overpass that I had to navigate, nor the pesky farmer's dog that terrorized me daily. I also left the house in the middle of the night. Yikes! In the end, I happily went back to my truck and the blasting stereo. *grins*



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