Flashes of Panic

I realized, as I rolled out of East Plumtree to cross Route 116 this morning, that this was actually my third consecutive work-day of bike commuting, starting last Friday. If everything goes to plan, I’ll make it four in a row tomorrow, then four out of five for bike week on Friday.

It was much sunnier this morning, and I saw several other cyclists out. One or two had the backpacks or panniers which are the sure sign of the commuter. I had an eBay box to be mailed, wedged in the top of my bag, and after mailing it (and buying a roll of packing tape,) I felt curiously pleased with how much of day-to-day life I was accomplishing without gasoline. One of A.’s commenters called this the “low-car lifestyle,” which is a nice turn of phrase.

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