The Eagle Flies Again

2.1.2016

Some of you might remember that I lived up on the hill downtown when I lived in San Francisco.  The job I had when I lived there was down the hill and across the all-but uninhabited flat area near the train tracks.  That's where I met the Linkey-Loo Robot, for all you archivists out there.

Anyway, my commute to and from that job was via bicycle and the fast, downhill part was the to- part.  And when I say fast, I mean fast.  In short order, I got the timing of the traffic lights down and tried to make it at least down the hill without stopping.  I almost always made it.  Rarer still was making it down the hill nonstop, then making it partially or all the way through the "forbidden zone" without stopping.  That made the commute about six minutes.  It was rad and I noticed the novelty of the nonstop:  In the four-or-so years I worked at that place, I made it to work nonstop five times.  They were a rush and that's why I remember them.

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Yesterday was my third day at a new job that's just over two miles from home.  It's very flat and I have no real turns.  It's virtually 2.1 miles as the crow flies, no shit.

So I'm back to my bike commute and it's been a long time coming.  I'm really happy about it.  So the unexpected "welcome back to bike commuting" gift to my yesterday morning, was, you guessed it, a nonstop ride.  I hope there are many more to come.


Tonight - Doc's Clock


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!