A horrid incident between a bike courier and the ex-Attorney General Monday evening which led to one man dead, the other disgraced. This whole story is sounding like two strong willed people, “colliding” as it were, by chance and as usual, the car “won” (if you can call a man dying in the streets a win).
I find it weird that comes within 24 hours of my decision to start biking to work. Don’t worry: I’m not riding on major streets; keeping my distance from cars, parked or otherwise; and wearing a helmet so chances are I’ll be ok if I keep my head up and eyes on the road.
When I say I’m biking to work it’s not entirely what it seems. Between home and office there is a massive ravine and a monster hill that would render me drenched in sweat if I were to attempt it. So I bike 2/3rds the way, about 30 min tops, to a secluded station and subway ride the rest of the way. The ride home is virtually all down hill so it’s not such a struggle to get home, post-work.
“Epic Fail,” I hear you shout.
At least I’m out there, I respond. I think 30 min of bike riding is a lot better than the 25 min walk to the subway every morning.
I’m still trying to find a good “stride” to the whole commuting thing – like strapping my helmet jauntily to my hip when I ride the subway or how to juggle that bike seat with my Starbucks morning tea. Who knows? If I get energetic enough, I may wind up conquering that hill in the next month or two.
