Last night, I finally got the garage door open, after it had been frozen in a block of ice for most of the winter, and got my bike out. So this morning, I biked to work for the first time in, uh, I don’t even know how long. It was a pretty sweet ride, all in all. There were any number of reasons not to do it; my biking jeans are dirty, it’s too cold, I couldn’t down-shift, but as always there was one reason that trumped them all. I wanted to ride again. And so I did.
Some of the things I forgot about during my hiatus were how good that first cup of coffee tastes after you’ve been riding in -5° weather, what a rush it is to pass cars as they’re sitting, idling in stop-and-go traffic, and how invigorated I feel when I finally get to the office, and sit down. Oh, also how sore my butt is. Damn, that’s a small hard seat. I can’t wait to get used to it again.
Well, that’s about it. I made it in safely, and I’m sure I’ll be doing it again, and again, and pocketing the $22.50/week that would have gone to the TTC, to spend on random upgrades.