I've started volunteering with Bike TX a couple of days a week. Mostly, I'll do admin/data entry-type stuff for them, although they've already mentioned that I can join them for Cyclists in Suits Day at the state capitol in two weeks. We'll all go and lobby our respective representatives about cycling-related legislation. And when I say "we", I of course mean "other people who know what they are talking about will do the speaking while I smile and shake hands at the appropriate times". It's very exciting.
On the topic of cycling, I rode my bike all the way to campus and back on Wednesday, for a total of 13 miles. I also came down the highest hill I've tried on the bike to date, and loved it. Maybe I'm on my way to conquering my fear of roller coasters.
A bike rack like this. Imagine turning your bike sideways. See how that would block all the spaces? |
I guess after all that, it's time to add a "cycling" label to my posts.
And on Thursday, my classmate who I've dubbed "Outside Voice" announced that he should have written an anti-feminist essay for our most recent assignment to make the class hate him. I glanced round at everyone else's faces and I'm pretty sure that a similar thought was crossing all our minds at that moment: You're already working on that with the loud-and-obnoxious act; no abrasive essays required. I think he doesn't realise that if he pushes the "I want you to hate me" thing too far, it instead has the effect of people just ignoring him. I had no trouble returning to my book after he made this announcement.
I was going to tell you how much fun I had in my Wednesday class with my friend Sprained Ankle (turns out I had the wrong joint, but since I started calling her Sprained Ankle last semester that's what I'm sticking with), but now I can't remember any of the funny stuff I said. And that's a bummer, because I kept her distracted through the entire class time. She may not want to sit next to me again.
Those are probably more snippets than you had patience for, so I'll stop now in a "quit while I'm behind" kind of way. So, it's your turn: Share a snippet of your week!
10 comments:
I have absolutely no snippets, but I loved yours!! (I rode a bike in 1989. That might actually be the last time...)
erica
I don't for one second believe that you did nothing this week!
I had a long gap between 1992 and 2000 during which I rode a bike maybe twice. And both times I remember thinking, "Geez, this used to be easier."
That's some serious biking! You would've loved the hills of Albuquerque - lots of ups and downs and always against the wind, no matter what direction you were heading.
And I've been on the road this week with speaking engagements.
Great snippets. I might just have to find my way down to your blog more often. (There's so many crusaders. I'm still trying to figure out the best way to navigate them all.)
Anyway, I think that it's great that you're biking. (Woohoo, for being green!)I'm interested to know how the biking legislation thing will turn out for you. :-)
<3 Gina Blechman
Share a snippet of the week? It was exhausting! :0)
@Diane: Speaking engagements? Cool! I'd like to go to Albuquerque, but I keep hearing from people that the traffic and the cyclists don't play well together. :(
@Gina: I feel the same way about the hoards of crusaders! I think I'll have to hit everybody over spring break and call it good.
@Carole: That's a pretty good snippet! :)
I've always wanted to be a cyclist but after several near-death experiences I've developed somewhat of a phobia. You magnify this wish to ride and I don't know how I feel about it :)
Hmmm. That's a tough one. Are there quiet streets you can ride on to avoid the near-death?
Haha, There are some relatively quiet ones, but I don't think I even remember how to work it anyway! I seem to have become less-balanced as I've aged!
Hee hee, me too. I suggested to my husband once that I might like a scooter eventually, and he very emphatically said NO, he was not letting me loose on something that goes faster than I can pedal with my poor sense of balance!
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