Thoughts about commuting by bike
If there are two best-ever jobs in the world, it’s possible that I have both of them. (Mt Tabor! One of my favorite places ever!) That’s right. Today I started a second job, this time with a 10-minute bike commute, a full more-than-hour shorter than the commute for my other …
Sometimes, people just blow me out of the water. Back in the day at my old job with funky hours, I would often offer to escort people to work via bicycle. Since I didn’t usually need to be at work until later in the morning, I would get up early …
Okay, I promise after this post I’ll stop talking about worky or commuting things for a bit. But my very last day at the zoo was this weekend, and after a super sweet farewell party (who knew teenagers could be so publicly thankful??:), I got to fulfill a work-long bike …
With this new-fangled job of mine and the new-fangled commute it entails, I find myself in the position of being a commuting blank slate. I do not yet have a clearly-established route. I don’t know the shortcuts or the lower-traffic streets or the fun little secrets or the best ways …
