And that night The Sweetie says to me, he says I'm thinking of driving to that one Park-and-Ride lot and commuting from there...it would cut my 19-miler to 12.
And I think to myself, I think there are a couple Park-and-Ride lots on MY commute! even though buses don't actually go that direction when I need to be going that direction. So I scope-out the Metro Transit site. I can cut my 12-miler to an eight-miler or even to a four-miler...
...a four-miler...I wonder to myself, I wonder How long does a four-miler take when I really need to get somewhere?
So the next morning I haul the ride outta the trunk and commence to commuting four miles.
I ped- I’m there?!
therehere? that was IT?
THAT'S ALL THERE IS?!!
So the bike and I stand outside the front door of the building and I think to myself, I think HUH.
So I could DO this year-round...even on those days when I need to get to classes after work but I'd have to buy those studded Nokians!
-OB because then I'd be a stud