Life is a highway...I want to ride it...

In a three-folds effort to get my relatively inactive ass in shape, justify having the things I have, and saving some money I have started riding my bike to work. As much as I’d like you all to think of me as inexpiably hardcore I must confess it’s only about 3-4 miles from my apartment to work. It’s still a workout and my ass can tell you- it’s a brutal one.

The first stage of my biking commute began with me announcing to multiple people that I was considering it. The second stage consisted of internet research. I searched for bike routes, proper hand signals, rules of the road, etc. Plotted my course through the concrete jungle. Stage three took me on a walking tour of my proposed course. I investigated road conditions, amount of hills, traffic patterns. Stage four was an experiment in endurance. Stage five- execution.

I have always been fascinated by the elite group of “bikers” on the roads around Chicago. Diving in and around traffic. Disobeying all traffic laws. Seemingly having no care for their physical safety. I would love to say that I’m one of these daredevil speedsters on the road but alas this is me were talking about. I ride kind of slow with my powder blue helmet and cushioned gloves. My bike chain makes an awful grinding sound and only one brake works the way it should. If I can get this to become a habit I will invest in getting my bike fixed and maybe add a few accessories and such but for now my crooked handle bars and me will forge ahead through the concrete jungle and take on the world.