December 22, 2015
I don’t know how people do it. I have been doing it for one week and already I have started at yelling to no one in particular. I would say I have an intense disposition towards intensity with brief periods of calm and hints of boredom. I am not going to go into the whys of my ways, it is just something of a disclaimer regarding the nature of this article. I am also generally pretty tolerant of the general public, for the most part.
Northwest Portland is arguably one of the more difficult places to operate an automobile, especially under the pangs of hunger. A pedestrian crossing here, a cyclist running a stop sign there, oh wait, another pedestrian crossing, the lights turning yellow, “shit, I’m in the middle of the intersection”, go, go, go, STOP(!), pedestrian!! Ahh!!! My mind is spinning out of control.
Before I continue stressing you out, I’m going to back up a bit. I injured my knee last week. It’s nothing serious, it was my own stupid decision-making mistake that lead me on this path. It’s not even anything cool, let’s just say I am now another type of statistic who has been relegated to their auto for, well, not even that long really. Point is, I cannot ride my bike until I can fully walk upright.
My ride to work is a measly 8000 feet and I enjoy being on my bike for every loving foot of those feet. I really miss my bike. Even in the rain. I really think it brings out the best in people to be on a bike. Getting somewhere under your own steam is something of a novelty these days. With everything so automated in today’s world, bikes are rad! They are not automated, you can have a ride that employs all of your attention or most of your attention. Some people even enjoy a ride where their attention is unemployed. Which is very dangerous - I would exercise a great deal of caution here folks.
Ride Safe. Employ the use of a helmet and enjoy for those who cannot take part or for those that choose not too.
December 27, 2015
So, today I rode my bike to work. There is a small hill leaving my apartment here in NW PDX that I start up on my commute. I like to stand up and get the blood moving and get the breathing going. I felt the cold wind on my face descending into town and was able to weave my way past all the metal boxes jockeying for a parking spot or making a snap decision. It is a jungle out there and it’s fun to ride in the jungle, baby. I love negotiating the whims and arrows of city traffic.