Yesterday and today I decided to give riding to work ago. Much to the man’s dismay I might add. He is convinced that I will get hit by a car, or fall off…or get hit by a car and fall off.
He has no faith whatsoever in my bike riding abilities. Doesn’t he know I spent most of my childhood careening around Albury (and a couple of times Wodonga) on bikes – with nary an injury that I can remember. Bar a chipped tooth. But that happened when I was learning to ride. So it doesn’t count.
Pause to wait for parents to insert comments on horrific bike riding injuries I may have forgotten.
Anyway the bike ride went okay. 42 minutes on Thursday morning and 25 today. Trick – avoid that pesky roundabout at the top of Elizabeth St.
Things I didn’t know: Flemington Rd is a hill (to the Children’s Hospital). Grattan St is a hill. Rathdowne St is a hill. Taxi drivers are pricks to cyclists.
I wouldn’t mind doing it everyday except it is REALLY tiring. Well, it would be either ride or go to the gym – probably not both. Unless I spend all day eating to keep up with it.
My legs are wrecked right now. But its nice to be able to be outside in the kind-of sort-of fresh air.