Last week I wrote about commuting by motorcycle, so this week I rode my bicycle along the Greenbelt and other routes for the first time this year.
I am a sporadic bike commuter, partially because of my inherent laziness and another because riding a motorcycle is easier. But it seems like every time I ride my bicycle I ask myself "why don't I do this more often?"
Three out of four times when I am worried about being too cold at the start of a morning commute, I end up being too warm at some point. On the ride home, I always ask myself, "Why did I bring all these clothes?"
Breathing cool morning air is like an elixir that’s better than caffeine.
I never take the Greenbelt for granted. If it wasn’t there, I probably wouldn’t commute on my bicycle. Thanks to all who made it possible and keep it going.
Geese can act downright arrogant at times. A pair of them casually waddled in front of me. I wasn’t going to hit them, and they seemed to know it. I hit the brakes and the lead goose gave me the stink-eye as it passed by.
I love the sound of wind in my ears, the running river, soundtrack of songbirds, quacking ducks and honking geese. It’s soothing and tranquil. But I also like listening to music, so it’s always a daily debate whether to do it.
I usually opt to leave the earbuds at home, but upbeat music seems to shave a few minutes off my commute and gets me into a zone.
A commute is not a time trial. I have to constantly remind myself of that, but chances are good I will ignore it. Every time I look at my bike computer, I catch myself kicking it up a gear and pushing a little harder.
I should turn it off, but I won’t.
Really? It took me 38 minutes to ride 8 miles? I can shave three minutes off that, easily.
I try to be a good commuter. I slow down when I encounter other people, but if you’re riding slower than I am, I will pass you if I can.
I’ve become annoying in tune with my tire pressure. I can tell when one of my tires is low by about 5 psi.
I have a bad habit of rewarding myself with food when I ride. Leftover Valentine’s Day treat? Why not? I rode today.
If I’m being honest, I prefer commuting on my motorcycle first, bicycle second, and pickup third, but I drive the pickup more often than I ride my bike.
Commuting really is about the journey, not the destination, because after I reach my destination, I have to start working.