I can’t bike to work yet.
I’m waiting for my chrome basket and rack to come in at Bike Peddler, a Schwinn dealership of old, and I have to drive 400 million miles to go tutor calculus right after work. Soon I will bike to and from work consistently.
I decided to bike to the library and the mall the other day. It’s only a few miles, but they’re not nice miles at all. I ended up struggling up the worst hill I’ve ever seen in real life and collapsing on my face in front of the library. I doubled over a fence for a while, waiting to vomit. When that didn’t work, I went face down into the grass. I was wearing my heavy laptop-laden backpack at the time, so it pressed me a little harder into the moist earth. It was rough. After a few minutes, I felt great and kept right on going. I stopped at Panera and pulled the whole ‘homeless-shower’ trick and all was well. I even got some cat-calls from a landscaping truck. Doesn’t take much, I guess.
Yesterday I biked to the grocery store (ya, I know, I’m a total sellout- but I was cooking for someone else so I don’t feel that bad). I didn’t wear a backpack because I’m really tired of the whole sweating deal. I ended up biking home with my purse filled with raw meat. Kind of sick, but think of all the green! Money, the environment, the envy I surely inspire…
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May 21st, 2008 at 9:22 am
you saved the environment from the fuel and emissions of your car, but you purchased meat, supporting an industry far more detrimental to the world’s health than automobiles…
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May 21st, 2008 at 10:26 am
That’s the very comment I was waiting for.
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May 22nd, 2008 at 9:43 am
A purseful of meat.
Wasn’t that the title of a Spin Doctors’ album?
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May 22nd, 2008 at 9:48 am
BTW - Meat doesn’t taste as good unless it’s purchased from The Man. I don’t by veal unless it’s been hung upside-down on a hook for *at least* two weeks.
I then sandwich it between two Nike sneakers and eat while revving the engine of my ‘79 Dodge Monaco in the driveway.
Good times.
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