20 miles. That’s the distance from my house to my office. Not that impressive. But getting there, and especially back, across the width of Seattle, a lake, and therefore the Bridge That Must Not Be Named (BTMNBN), is a giant, wrenching, misery-inducing Big Gulp of irritation… in a car. So about six months ago, I said… screw the car. I’m riding my bike.
Choosing to commute year-round in a dripping wet environment is a “decision” like “choosing” to become a Catholic, or to sign up for any other religion. You must believe. You must study. You must join the faithful. You must stray occasionally and beg to be let back into the fold. Above all, you must love your choice. But it’s not a hard choice to love.
As much as driving in choking traffic is an annoyance, a stress compounder and an exacerbator of all that is wrong with the universe, cycling is a balm. It’s an adventure, an energizer, a fresh encounter with the world and the people in it every day. I’m pissed off when I drive and blissful when I ride.
This blog is my chronicle of my decision, which has now exploded into a full-blown obsession. (And of the toys that came with it). I hope it helps you make the same decision. Because the more I pursued this lifestyle choice, the more I realized I needed to know. Finding that info is fun, but not that easy. It’s hard to find info for cyclists who, say, don’t already have their gear ratios committed to memory.
If you’re like me, and you just love riding your bike, then this is for you.