Posts Tagged ‘commute’

Wet

11Oct12

Nearly made it into work through the mist but luck wasn’t with me. The last ten minutes were under legitimate rain. Got to my 8am meeting looking like a drowned rat. Didn’t leave early enough for drying time. Oh well. Most rainy days are only actively wet on either end, I’ve found. It’s a rare […]


In fairness to Todd, I feel I should clarify my earlier hyperbole. Other riding positions undoubtedly have plenty of usefulness. Even cycling gear has great usefulness*. I own spandex shorts and clipless peals and shoes and a mirror that attaches to the visor on my road helmet. I have no desire to ride 90 miles […]


Riding home tonight, in the dark, I come to an intersection and stop. There’s a guy and his dog in the crosswalk. The opposing traffic is stopped, waiting for him to cross. One of the two lanes of cross traffic is also stopped, waiting to turn right. Only the cross traffic in the opposite lane, […]


I was just given the finger by a woman with a needlepont crucifix hanging from her rear view mirror. I didn’t get out of her way with enough speed to her liking. There’s a cliche here about the universality of grouchiness on the road, but I don’t know what it is.


Where I work, bicycles and motorcycles share the same little corner of one of the back lots for parking. Most of the time there’s plenty of space to go around, but on clear summer days like today, the cyclists get this scenario above in which the bikers park their motorcycles right up to and around […]


We have a perverted work ethic. What may have started as a religious drive to be closer to God or the effort needed to coax blood from the field stones of New England to survive has in the intervening years turned into nothing more complicated than brute-force quantity over all else. Our work days make […]


Dear Rain

31Mar10

Dear Rain, On behalf of the plants, we thank you. Everybody else is still pretty pissed. Personally, I’m looking forward to you clearing out of my basement already so I can relight my pilots. We’re cold. Sincerely, BCW