Tuesday, December 12th, 2006 at 6:22 pm in Randy Myers.
I learned some invaluable — and humbling lessons — while commuting to and from CCT central today.
No. 1: I’m not 21 anymore. No. 2: I’m not 41 anymore.
But beside my overwhelming desire to take a Rip Van Winkle-sized power nap after tossing back a few hot toddies, I’m feeling good. Darn good.
The bike ride to BART tonight was awesome: no rain, just a light mist dusting the air.
My evening journey certainly confirmed what I already suspected: I’m no fan of wide-bodied cars when I’m cycling. One monster — intent on being the Christine of Suburbans — got a little too cozy with me on my ride home. Down, boy! Down!
I also found out that I need to heed my bike-and-BART pal’s advice from this morning: Fenders – a marvelous invention that captures the nasty gunk (see blog entry below for the gory details) bike tires kick up – are a must, not an accessory. Thank you, kind Obi-Wan cycler from Oakland.
My commute home took roughly about an hour and a half. Not bad, but it would have been better if I hadn’t taken one wrong turn on the bike. (Note to self: Bring an extra pair of shoes so you won’t have soggy feet all day and get distracted.)
I’m gonna sign off the night because I’m in hankering for a burger. Keep on telling me about your own commute adventures. If you have any hints or tips, do let me know. I could use the help.
And to that nice person I met who was traveling on BART from Pleasant Hill to S.F., thanks for saying you’ll pray for clear skies Wednesday. Just in case, I’m going to pack my umbrella since I’m not just ditching the car, but the bike, on Day No. 2. Stay tuned.