The Song of the Motorcycle Commuter
They say it’s the little things in life that make you happy. When you bundle all those little things together you’ve got something like a giant… lint ball of happiness.
Wow. That is a terrible metaphor. But, I’m feeling a little ridiculous right now, so I’m going with it.
In an effort to get out of my winter slump, I’ve been commuting to work on the bike. Not a big deal, I know. But man, what a difference it makes for my mood each day.
When I sit in my office chair and slip out of my work shoes and back in to my riding boots Mr. Rogers-style, there is a feeling of giddiness. Almost like I’ve got a secret. And as my Sidis squeak and my Goretex swishes down the hallway past offices and cubicles? I’m singing the song of my people!
Hear me, office-dwellers! While you’re spreadsheeting and databasing, I shall be riding my motorcycle!
The early morning view from my office window.
Even when the lot is filled later in the day, I know I’ll have had the most fun on the way in.