Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sometimes, riding is real work
When I was a young guy riding my 650 all over LA, it seemed so easy. I'd grab my helmet, grab my key, hop on my bike and ride away.
Like this guy I saw in Pasadena in December!
But I don't live in LA anymore. I'm in the soggy Pacific Northwest. That means just riding to work means gearing up in my bulky rain pants, boots, sweatshirt under my riding coat, helmet, sometimes wiping some anti-fog cream on the inside of the windshield -- all before I even hop on my bike.
So, yeah. It can be real work.
Still worth it, though.
But I don't live in LA anymore. I'm in the soggy Pacific Northwest. That means just riding to work means gearing up in my bulky rain pants, boots, sweatshirt under my riding coat, helmet, sometimes wiping some anti-fog cream on the inside of the windshield -- all before I even hop on my bike.
So, yeah. It can be real work.
Still worth it, though.
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