O HAI, just your average bike commuter.

I've made it my silly mission to ride to and from work every day this week. It's about  8 miles one way - part neighborhood streets, part bike path, part hills, part scary, part one city to another. I've decided this is how I'm going to save the world: one 16-mile round trip at a time. Or at least I'm going to conserve my eighth-tank of gas until this weekend's pay day.

You know, whatever. Kill two birds with one stone?


Riding my bike to work always seems like a good idea until I get out of work at almost 8:30 p.m., it's sprinkling and I'm feeling lazy. By the time I pull into the driveway, it's dark. Whoops.

However, I did it. And perhaps my mom tells me every day that I'm going to get ran over by a car, but what's a bike for if you don't ride it? Right? Plus, I'm safe. I follow the rules of the road. I wear my helmet and Road ID. I've got a little flashy light on my backpack. If someone decides to run me over with their car, they're an asshole.

So, you tell them that.


So that's me - out saving the planet. Clearly.