Friday, June 17, 2016

Biking to Work is Dangerous

I think biking to work is dangerous, but not for the reasons that just popped into your head.

I was a bit lazy this morning and took a little longer to do those things I do every morning before going to work, like feeding the chickens and the raven (yes. I have a friendly raven). So, after finally getting going on the bike you would think I would choose the fastest, easiest way to get to work to make up for leaving late, but no. You see, it was a perfect morning, cool temperatures, a blue sky, and no wind. So of course I decided to take the river route to work.

Of course I started Strava before heading out, but I'm not a typical Strava user. I really don't care about KOM, PR, or other achievements, sometimes I just like to keep a record of my rides. And like I said, I was feeling lazy this morning so I was just riding and enjoying being out on the bike, and that is where the danger comes in.

I started when my son was in scouts, well that is probably not true as there is no real beginning, but it works for this story. So, it started when my son was in scouts and they were getting ready to do a White Rim biking trip, and I volunteered to go along.

The next year I went on a trip with the scouts doing the Kokopelli trail. The White Rim and the Kokopelli were great multi day trips, but somehow I jumped from that to biking across Antarctica to the South Pole, and that was followed by a couple of bike tours, one from Utah to Oregon, and a second one going down the Oregon coast.

And that is the real danger of biking to work. I start by thinking how nice it would be to just skip going to work and spend the day out on the bike. Then the idea that it would be awesome to just forget everything else and go on a bike tour with no real destination, just each day ride to somewhere new.

Now that wouldn't be so bad, but this leads to fantasies of selling everything and buying a yacht and heading out on an around the world cruise. I imagine starting in California and sailing south along the coast of South America and through the straits of Magellan, and of course stopping in Punta Arenas to visit my friends there. Then continuing up the Atlantic coast to the Caribbean, the Bahamas, maybe up to Greenland, Iceland, Scandinavia, England, through the strait of Gibraltar and into the Mediterranean. Africa scares me, but still I would have to stop somewhere in Africa just to make sure that I get all seven continents marked off the bucket list. (I'm not a bucket list kind of guy, but since I have been to Antarctica now I feel the obligation to visit Africa, Asia, and Australia).

So somewhere I'd visit Africa, and then through the Suez Canal and into the Indian Ocean, India, Indonesia and down to Australia, up along China, Japan Russia and over to Alaska, and back down to the start.

The thing is I have already proven that I am likely to do crazy trips, and so that is why biking to work is dangerous.

Hmm, I think I need to go read Call of the Wild.

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