why i ride
A co-worker the other day was commenting on how impressed she was that I ride to work everyday. And I thought about her comment, and replied that I was impressed that she didn't.....
Sometimes I think that I am the weak one. I am the minority. I'm one of the few who can't seem to be ok with being on a packed bus sitting in grid lock traffic. Breathing in all the exhaust from the surrounding idling cars, all the stupid chatter of the teen cel phone conversations and the loud guy letting the whole bus know he talked to some hot chick at the bar last night and he got soooooo wasted etc etc etc..
"Liisa, just put on your ipod and daydream, look out the window and daydream".
I've tried it. All I can daydream about is GETTING OFF THE BUS!!!!! I daydream about riding past all the rush hour gridlock. I daydream about summer rides.
I can't hack it. I admit I am weak.
Even if I am wet, or a bit cold, I'm not in the sardine packed bus that is stuck 50 cars behind me.
And the best part about riding to work everyday, by far is, even if you had a crappy day at work, or fought with your boyfriend/girlfriend/bestfriend/boss/customer/coworker, you get to twice a day take one hour to fit in your favorite thing. Riding your bike.
If everyone spent one hour a day just doing whatever their favorite thing is, I dare say we would be in a happier place.