My bike commutes this week have been lovely, full of sunshine and flowers and blue skies. That’s what I was thinking, anyway…
Then I read Sam’s “Bike to Work Week” post, which is hilarious (as always), but sadly too true. You gotta read the post yourself, but basically it has me wondering how lovely my bike commutes really are – objectively.
I have so much experience riding in the city now, the stress mostly rolls off my back: speeding SUVs buzzing me, car doors flung open in my path, cabs idling in the bike lane. All of that craziness is a dim hum in the background for me, but a new bike commuter would be totally freaked out – and with good reason.
But there’s a lot to be said for sticking with bicycling long enough to get over those initial freak-outs. Because, as Sam discusses, once you move beyond all that, bicycling “will be the most blissful state of existence you will ever know.” That’s where I’m coming from when I rhapsodize about my lovely bike commutes every day. Totally subjective. :)