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So Friday is National Bike To Work Day.
The actual "day" started back in 1956, but this year was the first I've heard of it, and I've been on the planet 42 of those years.
I wonder what the reason for that is. Mostly, I wonder what the reason is why now I'm just now paying attention to it.
My guess is gas prices.
Back when I lived downtown and owned an old pickup that got about 12 miles to the gallon, I bought a cheap bike (after my not-so-cheap bike was stolen) and began pedaling to work once or twice a week to defray my own personal gasoline consumption.
I lost 5 pounds, too.
And since moving to Port Royal, the trip to work is boring — a straight shot up PI Gateway's sidewalks, right on Jericho to Salem. Only the part on Old Jericho Road is fun (unless there are unchained dogs...).
Tomorrow, I'm going to ride my bike to work — give it another shot. I just hope it doesn't rain. And the dogs are chained...
Anyone else?
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That's the most frightening thing about riding a bike. You can wear a slicker, and the rain will dry, you can carry mace and take care of the dogs, but the driver behind the wheel of the car is a different story. Haven't figured out how to take care of them yet. Maybe if more people start riding their bikes then there will be more awareness.
It was 4 miles of bliss this morning on the ride to the Gazette from Port Royal.
Granted, it's simply 4 miles up the sidewalk of S.C. 280 then through Jericho and Salem, but I did pass two gas stations with prices at $3.70 and $3.68, respectively.
And then there was the light film of sweat that took about 10 minutes to dry before I could change into my work attire.
I think I'll do this more often.
At least until it gets to be 90 degrees by 8 a.m.
My question is this, though: Why are so many people against bicyclists? It's as if we're some lesser class of human or something. I've never quite understood that.
Or maybe it's just a few yahoos who like to ride too close to you or try to scare the heck out of you by getting right behind you then blaring the horn.
Funny, I've encountered that when I'm out running, too.
Of course, the most common comment is "Run, Forrest, Run!"
A true original...
I don't get it.
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