Lock your bike kids. You never know when a dodgy NorCal surfer is going to take a liking to it. Good luck prying Mark off that Owl. When was the last time you smiled riding your kid's bike? By the way, Mark, those Hurley board shorts are sweet.
Today is bike to work day. If you learned this just now, chances are you didn’t ride in. That’s ok. Tomorrow would be a great day to start.
A few years ago, I had to travel to a meeting in downtown Los Angeles. My best friend lives in LA, so I planned to stay with him the night before. For years, I’d hassled him for not biking to work. I rode everywhere by bike in San Francisco, so I brought my bike to LA expressly to bike commute to downtown LA and prove how simple it was.
In case you’re not aware, we’re almost a month into a government shutdown that is causing hardship to millions of people. If the current administration didn’t cause such widespread tragedy so consistently, I’d dismiss all the current news as a joke. Unfortunately, our President is tragic and his destruction is not a joke.
I’m sad to admit it, but it’s not so rare for me to have gaps in my riding. Regular, long gaps. Where “real life” is allowed to get in the way. Whatever that means. Occasionally (and fortunately, more often than not), my 1st ride back is usually one of endorphin-filled surges, ear-to-ear smiles (with a few close-calls as my already shoddy technical skills show themselves). Those rides make me feel full, gleeful, alive, and stoked to be on my bike, no matter how out-of-shape I may feel. But every once in a while, I have a 1st ride back that is not so glamorous. Today proves to be the latter.