So, I told you guys a few weeks ago, I got a bike to ride to work.
Not going to lie, given that I can count on one hand the bike rides I’ve taken in the past decade I was skeptical of my ability to actually ride to work.
So, I did the wise adult thing.
Ride the route on a day I don’t have to go to work? Got a pump in case I got a flat? Bought a stylish reflective vest?
Carbs beat laziness every time.
Riding to work was fabulous. My summer job is 3.75 miles from my house, so it’s not super far. And most of it is a nice straight trip down Beaverton Hillsdale Highway, which is pretty flat, and has bike lanes. Winning.
(I tried to find a picture of the road. Only picture I find? Of where the bike lane disappears. Of course.)
Although, lesson learned, my trip there I found myself thinking how it felt like a nice, gentle downhill the whole way.
That’s because it was. Home was totally all uphill. But mostly not steep, so hey, could’ve been worse.
And I think riding to work makes me a better Oregonian. It’s only a matter of time before I’ll be doing this
(With the hat. And the whistle.)