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.
NO RUNNING ME OVER.
So that's me - out saving the planet. Clearly.