Monday, April 15, 2013

April 15!! No, not just tax day (104 commutes by muscle in 52 weeks)

Day 366!  Grand total:  127 commutes by muscle.  



Lesson:  City cycling is not for weenies

Worse for wear

NEXT:  UP THE ANTE.  Transportation by muscle 3 times a week for a year.  Want to join me?  

Thank you visitors and followers.  Shutting down here for a few weeks.  Still sloggin', I mean bloggin' away at holdouts.wordpress.com




Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Home Stretch Reflections: Week 50

"Our teapots are broken,
 our rocking chairs smashed, 
and our bicycle tires
 all blew up when we crashed..." 
from Horton Hears a Who


There's a bicyclist in town who sports an impressive set of safety gear: front and rear helmet lights, a headlight, tail light (all lights going, day or night), reflective jacket and vest, reflectors on the fender, reflectors on the spokes of his wheels and on velcro ties around his ankles, all topped off with a flag.  I'm tempted to ask if this was because of some kind of bicycle trauma that he doesn't want to repeat, or if he just likes gear.

Not that I blame him.

There was a time when I avoided wearing safety equipment. It felt like a bull's eye, all that flashing and winking and shining. Come on cars, here I am.  Come and get me. 

Reflective materials, however, have risen in my estimation ...


...especially when someone else wears them.  Illumination in a drizzle, or before dawn, or at rush hour, is good.  

The anonymosity of dark in the city lights
Photo by Boegh (Flickr)


Anyone who bicycles in this car-mad world deserves to strut their stuff.

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Reflective design on my rain jacket

"We are here, we are here, 
we are here, we are here!"
 (Horton's Whos)


LOG:
Week 49:  walked 1x, bicycled 2x.
Week 50: bicycled 3x 
Week 51:  walked 1x, bicycled FIVE TIMESEnd date:  April 15.  Grand total:  124, TWENTY in the bank.