This morning I decided I had no desire to drive my truck. Usually, my job does not allow for a choice, but today, I had no inspections. I pulled out the Lynskey, and rolled for the office. I was stressed as I left home, but the worries melt away with the morning humidity. The fresh springtime Tallahassee smells brought a smile to my face.
This extra riding time feels stolen, as if I'm playing hookie. I had a doctors appointment today, and I rode to that, too. All day, I've been looking forward to the ride home. This is the way a work day should be. Little gems of goodness interspersed with the drudgery of explaining to the bean counters, that yes, our real estate market is in fact, still in the toilet.
If you can swing it, I strongly recommend the occasional commute, not to make some political or environmental statement, but for a much more selfish reason. Do it because it just feels good.
5 comments:
Everything else is window dressing; you've nailed the real reason I commute.
My first year I was a fanatic commuter. I loved it. It reminded me of dawm patrol surf sessions before school. It was like you had a secret no one else knew.
I think about riding to work often. I admit though that I chicken out due to the hour I'd need to leave. Commuting in the dark from my house to the office would be unnerving.
I used to do it 12+ years ago. I could park at the office and just commute that portion - although that wouldnt really do much. BJS, you could park at our office and ride in from there...
I often do the once-per-week motorized 2-wheeled commute (work slacks, polo, etc a pain to carry on a bicycle) for much the same reason - free therapy on what feels like someone else's time! I think this Apebike wisdom, though, has me trading in the Nomad for a rolling hill pedal spin to work this Friday.
Big Tony
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