Category: commuting
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Brooklyn Breakfast
Rode my bike to work yesterday. The weather was flawless and perfect in every way, so I had to ride my bike. I would’ve hated myself all day if I hadn’t. Rode it to work again today. The weather tricked me this time. It was nice this morning, but on the way home I was Read.
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ssdd
Not sure there was anything going on today worth talking about. Work was the same as always. Biked to work, so that was good. Biked home, too. That was a little buggy. And the Banzo cart was parked in the lot at the East Side Club, so we brought home a couple orders of falafels Read.
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gorgeous
What a gorgeous day! I think I’ll get the bike out of the garage and take a long, slow ride through the early morning coolness as the sun slowly rises until I get to an office building that’s hermetically sealed off from fresh air and sunshine and I’ll sit in a little room for nine Read.
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decadence
I drove in to work today instead of riding my bike. The weather forecast called for high winds this afternoon and evening, and I hate biking against a headwind more than I hate biking through the rain, so I gave it a miss. Still left work at four-thirty, though. This being Thursday, it’s customary for Read.
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nuts
Today was bike to work week. I biked to work. I biked to work every day this week except Thursday, when I took the car to work only because I had to go to a medical appointment later in the day. I still didn’t get a t-shirt. So, nuts to you, bike to work week. Read.
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middle
It rained this afternoon. Not all afternoon, just for the fifteen minutes or so right in the middle of my thirty-minute bike ride home. Right. Square. In. The Middle. I thought I was going to miss the worst of it when I was about halfway home. I could plainly see the storm brewing way out Read.
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bug
I snorfled up a great big bug on the bike ride home today. At least he felt really big. I guess any bug would feel really big when it’s jerking spasmodically, trying to get untangled from the hairs just inside the opening of your left nostril. Naturally it happened while I was crossing the street, Read.
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coined
Sometimes during the commute to work we can drive for twenty minutes without saying more that three or four words to each other, and sometimes we can talk non-stop all the way. And sometimes, even though we talk a lot, it all comes down to one or two words. This morning was a two-word morning. Read.
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deer
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Random
Thoughts that went through my head at 4:30 a.m. after the cat woke me up from a sound sleep by dancing across the bed several times: Obviously, the first thought was, Aww, dammit! What time is it? Feeling around the top of my bedside bookstand, my fingers found the flap that covers the bright green Read.
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