Today was my first official commute. Ira spent numerous grueling hours (his back is still sore) getting my bike all tricked out with fenders, lights, rear rack, and a nifty trunk bagthat easily slides onto the rack and can convert to panniers. It can be carried like a purse or bag. So I’m ready and eager to start using my bike more and car less.
So where did I commute to? Appropriately enough, my knitting group which meets at Apple Yarns down in Barkley Village—about 6 miles round trip by trail. (I could take a shorter route but that would involve more mountain biking skills than I possess and death defying speeds that I have no interest in experiencing.)
I packed my knitting and a raincoat (it was threatening to rain) in the panniers and headed down the hill. I parked my bike outside the shop (appropriately chained up of course), grabbed a cup of coffee at Starbucks next door, and headed back to Apple to knit for a couple of hours. Then I packed up my knitting, donned my helmet, and pedaled back home. It was awesome. I didn’t even need my raincoat. Tomorrow I’m commuting a bit farther down the trail to get a haircut. I can hardly wait.