Or, to put it another way. . .

Riding Bikes

About 24 miles on the bike today has me realizing that I've been a terrible environmentalist lately and even worse, a non-cyclist. I love my new vehicle. I bought a jeep this summer. I've wanted one since I was probably 6 or 7, when I first saw Terminator. Sarah Conner at the end, in the jeep, having her picture taken ingrained in me that image of a vehicle with no top and no doors and rugged - something you could take anywhere. M.A.S.H. was the next major influence in my love of jeeps. I used to watch it when I was aloud to stay up late. Sometimes in the summer, I had to go to bed at 10 o'clock. I knew it was bedtime when the first lines of the M.A.S.H. theme song came on. I would lie in bed and listen to the dialog, understanding nothing, and wishing that I was sitting next to my dad watching one of his favorite shows. That being said, it's a sorry excuse for spending hundreds of dollars on gas, spewing greenhouse gasses and tearing up any "unimproved" road within sight. Not to mention the mud puddles. . . It feels great to ride. It will not feel quite as great tomorrow when the lactic acid re-introduces itself, but then, that's what recovery rides are all about.

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go ride your bike! it's only cold for the first mile.

Forge