bruised behind, preserving mama earth
We got bikes yesterday. Fairly expensive bikes. Figured we could start getting around town on our own power for a change, and stop (or at least reduce) our dependence on fossil fuels. Beautiful concept, right? Until you realize how fuckin' hilly Tallahassee is! My calves and thighs are so bloody sore right now, I can't begin to describe. And with so few bike lanes in town, one is forced to either take to the sidewalks (those well-worn, properly up-kept, smooth, havens for bike tires and ass-cheeks... yeah, right), or take your life in your own hands and pray to God these Tallahassee speed-demons will at least have the courtesy to push your mangled body to the side of the street after they've run you down.
My other mode of transportation is a motorcycle. I'm often times riding at fairly high speeds, and occasionally I'll throw caution to the wind and even take a quick trip without my helmet. After 3 years on my Honda with nary an accident, I was amazed at how incredibly oblivious most drivers are to bicyclists! If you think you're not seen on a motorcycle, try getting on a bicycle!
Also, if you ever want to have that Zen experience of your life flashing before your eyes, try heading down Tennessee Street, during rush hour traffic (preferably 8am, when everybody else on the road is groggy, and ticked off at having to go to work.) It's a sure way to get the blood pumping and that brain matter working. Fuck caffeine. Who needs caffeine when you've got adrenaline, baby?
My other mode of transportation is a motorcycle. I'm often times riding at fairly high speeds, and occasionally I'll throw caution to the wind and even take a quick trip without my helmet. After 3 years on my Honda with nary an accident, I was amazed at how incredibly oblivious most drivers are to bicyclists! If you think you're not seen on a motorcycle, try getting on a bicycle!
Also, if you ever want to have that Zen experience of your life flashing before your eyes, try heading down Tennessee Street, during rush hour traffic (preferably 8am, when everybody else on the road is groggy, and ticked off at having to go to work.) It's a sure way to get the blood pumping and that brain matter working. Fuck caffeine. Who needs caffeine when you've got adrenaline, baby?