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.
Is your bike the only one in the lot?
Actually, lately there have been two others that I see riding in 🙂
Yes. My winter slump began in February. Tough in the Northeast but the Concourse handled it most excellent.
I thought about riding to work today, but 4 wheels won out., why I am not sure.
Something organic about a Thumper
Days I ride my ax to work 🙂 Days I commute in the cage 🙁
Hear me, office-dwellers! While you’re spreadsheeting and databasing, I shall be riding my motorcycle!
I like that.! Non-riders just don’t understand. The ride home provides the transition from office to home home in a way that a car can’t.
I feel the same way. Riding, even just to work, turns ordinary days into exciting adventures. And our riding gear reminds us of how special we are to do this. I recently bought a pair of shoes JUST to wear at the office which I keep in my office; slipping out of (and later into) my heavy riding-boots at my desk pleases me, the same way what you describe here pleases you. You rock, girl!