Angela Keegan Benson
I was poking around and stumbled upon some of the coolest cycling gear I’ve ever seen. Londoners approach biking in a much different fashion than Americans. They actually dress up in suits and dresses and heels… and ride!
Sweat, wrinkled clothes and bad hair days. Riding to work involves all three every day.
Finding childcare is stressful enough. Doing so while considering that I’ll need to be able to get there easily on a bike, is a whole new ball of crazy.
Do you even remember what it felt like to fly down the street on your bike with the wind blowing through your hair? It’s about as close to feeling like a kid as I’ve come in my 30s. For a few days I enjoyed feeling a little wreckless and I lived to tell about it.
I’ve been the mom in this scenario many, many times. Police say she turned to talk to her children in the backseat and when she turned forward she saw the biker, swerved to avoid him, but hit him. Thankfully I haven’t had such a close call with a cyclist or pedestrian. But as a driver, I’m ashamed to admit I have been careless.
Yes, this blog is about my mission to become a bike commuter through all seasons, but it’s also about trying to change my transportation default to anything but car. And Metro Transit has come a long way in the last 20-years to broaden your commuting options. It is a far cry from the MTC system I grew up on in the 1970s and 1980s.
For some reason I thought a gigantic watermelon would be a good dinner fruit. Why not grapes? Because I’m crazy. It was hard to miss the people looking at us in awe as I pushed my full grocery cart up to my bike.
I’ve mapped the various routes I could take between work and home and it appears the lake paths will add about a mile on each leg of my trip. A longer commute is not something I consider to be a perk of my personal commuter challenge. So there’s my dilemma: scenic or straight forward?
Want A Raise? Ride your Bike. I always knew I would save money if I stopped driving and starting taking the bus or riding my bike to work. But when you actually do the math, the true savings are amazing.
Am I nuts? I don’t think I am. When I started to share my idea about trading my car for a bike for one year (sometimes with two boys in tow) nearly every friend reacted with a scowl and this sentiment: “Why? You are crazy. You won’t make it. But I’ll be sure to read what you write.” Translation: they can’t wait to see me fail.