One lesson New York City taught me is that city mobility is not as easily controlled as suburbia motion. Subway rides. Bus trips. Taxi cabs. Guess what- you are the passenger. You are NOT the driver. Those 2 o’ clock coffee plans or 7 pm movie premiers may not be as easy to make as they once were. I’ve accept it. I’ve embrace the ten to thirty minute grace period known as “travel time.” Punctuality used to be a trait I possessed. Now it’s a nice idea. Of course this weekend that all changed!
I got a bike, my very own single speed Bianchi Pista. She’s a real knock-out and she’s no stranger to speed. Helmet up, clip in, and go. Step back, y’all. I’m reclaiming those lost minutes tenfold.