Come Monday

Hey Kids,

Looks like the motorcycle commuting will end at 3 days.

Rain moved in and it’ll be changing to snow tonight. The storms will pass but the cold and snow left behind may not allow riding conditions come Monday.bus stop

I’ll ride in any temp (at least the ones around here), but when there’s ice on the road, the bike has to remain parked.

It’s was so time saving to have the motorcycle this past week. No waiting for buses, no stopping every block, and no set timetable. I felt like a real person again.

Come Monday, I’ll be back to a bus drone.

It’s OK. The earth will keep spinning around the sun and get to leaning back towards the sun (for us northern people anyways) and the snow will all die. The heat and sane riding season will return.

I’m finding as I get older, I enjoy the cold less and less.

 

Post 338

Phone Blues

Hey kids,

For the second time.within a year I dropped my phone and shattered the glass.

The first time was a fluke but this second time I asked for it.

The lesson: keep the promises you make to yourself.

A long time ago I promised to never run for a bus. I swore I would never degrade myself to be one of those people chasing down a bus, running along side, or banging on the side begging for the door to be opened.

I most definitely would not be the one running like a beggar running across a patking lot, despritly trying to flag down an approaching bus, like a dog begging for a scrap of meat fat fron the dinner table.

But I did this morning and out of my pocket flopped the phone and onto the cold asphalt, face down.

It still works but the lesson was not lost. Never run for buses, they are not worth it.

Ever.

 

Day 325