2 wheels will travel

Some thoughts and reflections on the the first full on bike to work.

• I passed a Hasidic Jew riding a bike going in the other direction. What the hell? I doubt I would have ever seen that on the bus. It was a scene from a movie and the set almost looked like Brooklyn.
  
• I travelled through neighborhood streets I have never seen before. Definitely not.
  
• I got sore muscles but the day's stress was gone.
• Mr. Man with the backpack didn't hit me in the side of the head.
• I didn't have to wait at the side of the freeway on Marine Drive and wait for the shitty 100 Bus, all the while breathing in exhaust fumes.
• I didn't get to wear jeans to work.
• I didn't have to seethe in anger over why people refuse to move to the back of the bus as you stand packed like lemmings at the front.
• I loved all the trees and flowers bushes and shaded paths.
• Riding in special lanes kept especially for bikes felt cool.
• I didn't have to stand and grip a handrail, bracing myself whenever the bus screamed to a halt.
• Riding over speedbumps is funner on a bike.
• I passed 4 idling cars and realized it's my new frustration instead of screaming in my head, "Move to the back of the bus people!'
  
• I got trapped in a cemetery and thought about the days I spent in the Paris cemeteries. In contrast the Paris ones are crammed, crowded and infinitely more interesting. We are so under populated in North America (except for the buses).
• I got to work faster than taking the bus.