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Mar. 7th, 2002 08:58 amYesterday, my Nascar-watchin' pickup-drivin' beer-drinkin' nature-worshippin' pagan redneck coworker JD took me mountain bike shopping. JD is crazy - jumping bikes off six-foot drops crazy. I've never been mountain biking in my life, but I had complete faith that JD would know where to go. We ended up at a bike shop in Burlington over lunch break, chatting with his friends, and I had a blast jumping the test bikes over curbs and hopping around. Wow! I must have one. I put a bike on hold to see if I still REALLY want it this weekend -- also, so that I can drag David out there and get him one, too. I see this as one of the advantages of having a car -- we now have the ability to drive to a trailhead. woo!
Between yesterday's bouncy bike shopping, Tuesday's oil spill, and my dream the other night that my car blew up and I had to walk ten miles to get home, I was determined to bike in this morning. Screw it! It's warm! I'll wear my falling-apart shoes! I don't need new fancy shit!
I still managed to sleep through my alarm, leaving myself almost no time to get up and get dressed if I wanted to make it to work on time. My sleep-heavy brain always assumes that I can make it to work EVERY day at my record pace, even though I have only done that maybe three times in my life. But I got out the door, figuring that the three or four minutes I might be late would be forgiven. The ride was beautiful. It was a brisk, lively morning; sun up, air in my face, birds happily gurgling under bridges, the works. I had really forgotten how much better it feels to bite the bullet and bike the 12 miles than it does to stuff myself into a car and shove it into traffic. I do love driving... but biking makes me grin in a way that cars never will.
The riding was physically good, too. One guy did pass me, slowly. I suppose that it makes sense, since I haven't biked in two months, but I still like it better when that doesn't happen. Anyway, he looked strong and fast, so I wasn't too hurt. It gives me something to aim for.
Between yesterday's bouncy bike shopping, Tuesday's oil spill, and my dream the other night that my car blew up and I had to walk ten miles to get home, I was determined to bike in this morning. Screw it! It's warm! I'll wear my falling-apart shoes! I don't need new fancy shit!
I still managed to sleep through my alarm, leaving myself almost no time to get up and get dressed if I wanted to make it to work on time. My sleep-heavy brain always assumes that I can make it to work EVERY day at my record pace, even though I have only done that maybe three times in my life. But I got out the door, figuring that the three or four minutes I might be late would be forgiven. The ride was beautiful. It was a brisk, lively morning; sun up, air in my face, birds happily gurgling under bridges, the works. I had really forgotten how much better it feels to bite the bullet and bike the 12 miles than it does to stuff myself into a car and shove it into traffic. I do love driving... but biking makes me grin in a way that cars never will.
The riding was physically good, too. One guy did pass me, slowly. I suppose that it makes sense, since I haven't biked in two months, but I still like it better when that doesn't happen. Anyway, he looked strong and fast, so I wasn't too hurt. It gives me something to aim for.
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