Ride home from work the other night was an amazing reminder of why I love bike commuting. Sometimes I talk myself out of it cause I’m tired or whatever and I take the bus instead, but I never regret it when I decide to ride, and I always feel better when I do. The weather has been wildly nice for the time of year, so bought some beer on the way home, then ended up going passed a punk show at a pub where I ran into some friends and had a quick chat, and then continued home to where I enjoyed a crisp cold beer outside with my dog. No need for a heavy jacket and gloves, warm enough for a light sweater and a windbreaker. The whole experience was super pleasant. And I kept thinking of if I had been in a car, I wouldn’t have passed the liquor store, I wouldn’t have passed my friends, and I wouldn’t have enjoyed the nice weather and fresh air. Snapped a pic when I got home cause I thought my bike looked cool, bonus pic of my doggo! Pic is from milliseconds before I threw the oh so glorious stick.
by Awoo0ooOooOooOoo