September 06, 2005
I have a few thoughts about commuting on my bike now that I've been doing it a month. Overall, the experience is pleasant, with most everyone deferential to me at crossings. I ride on the sidewalk, which isn't ideal, but I simply am not comfortable riding in traffic, even though that's legally what I should do. Texas law says bicyclists are vehicles and should be treated as such, but I don't have enough faith in my fellow man to put that law to the test.
It's a huge ego boost to pedal home. I enjoy the look on my colleagues' faces when I tell them I travel ten miles home on a bike. They simply can't believe I do that, and, honestly, I would've thought it crazy myself a year ago. I enjoy the thumbs up several drivers have given me as well as the idea that the tyranny of the gas tank holds less sway over me. Oil=terrorism after all. I'm even contemplating selling the Bug since it stays parked most of the week.
The physical challenge is at my limit, and I don't think I'll have any problems meeting my weight goal of 220 by Christmas. The ride gets easier each day, but ten miles is ten miles, which, according to one chart I've seen, is around 1,000 calories. Whew.
Wish me luck. The cold, wet winter is coming, and I've promised myself to ride rain or shine.Posted by tat at September 6, 2005 08:34 PM