Each Month this card comes up on my phone.
Consider that my work commute is 5 – 6 miles each way when I do the full commute and a mile and a half each way when it’s my cheater commuter.
I don’t think this is 100% accurate.
Three nights ago while leaving work my chain snapped.
As I was crossing 7th and Pike I heard some slippage and then lost all power.
My assumption, wrongly so, was I jumped off my gears.
As I tried to get to the sidewalk the dawning realization of my first major problem occurred.
I got the chain repaired.
There’s a one room bike repair place near my home.
The owner and head mechanic is a nice guy and helped me out when some glass tore apart my rear tire.
With later calls I decide that biking in would be an excellent idea.
If only the weather agreed with my opinion.
In Ballard it was sprinkling.
Quite doable but I did stop and pick up some water proof pants on my way in. Just made sense.
Then as I cross Westlake the heavens open up and it pours.
Yet as I got to work I have realized two things: 1. My “Rain jacket” is not water proof.
2. Getting some more rainy weather gear is a good idea.
Last night as I biked home I really worried I wasn’t getting any better.
Hills still seem very hard.
Some slight grades are tough.
In fact my commutes don’t seem to be getting much better and I still arrive quite sweaty.
So last night while a light rain fell and I waited for a light to change I thought of this. Wondered if all was for naught.
Then I got home. Stopped my various trackers and was told I beat myself on a segment.
This morning I still wondered about progress while crossinfg the Femont Bridge. Going up Dexter is still quite daunting but I should try it.
Yet when I got to work and stopped meters I had gotten personal bests on 3 segments. Apparently I am getting better even if I don’t feel it all the time.
Thing is the toughest part of my commute is the fact I ride in traffic nearly the whole way. Having to compete with cars and trucks, being cut off by taxis, and the persistent worry about road rage from commuters it’s fine. I’ll figure it out somehow but for the moment just keep at it.
Today I blew out a tire.
Not a small hole either a big chunk of glass tore up both my tube and my tire.
As I sat by the Burke looking at Fred Meyer I considered buying another tube and doing it myself.
Without my iron.
And hoping they have the right tube.
Screw it I went to a bike shop on the trail.
Nice guys and I bet they compliment everyone’s bike but still was nice to hear my bike complimented.
Changed my tire, showed me the glass and various holes so I replaced both. Then sent me on my way.
This sort of issue reminds me why it’s good to leave for work plenty of time to spare.
The new job has some strange hours.
Most days the prospect of biking in seems far too difficult for me.
That extra bit of sleep trumping any notion of riding in.
That was until King County Metro and I had a disagreement about busing.
Nothing major just I felt I should be able to bus home without waiting a half hour and Metro felt running nearly empty buses all night is a waste.
So I decided to get parking.
Not the expensive nearby parking that would eat up a chunk of my pay.
Far more reasonable parking by the Seattle Center.
Thing is this didn’t work out.
It’s off the main routes so I’d still get home about the same time as my bus.
Except days I miss the 1130 bus.
Then this parking situation worked out.
Until I noticed the bike racks.
Hidden enough I don’t overly worry about leaving my bike somewhere overnight.
And it’s barely
10 minutes added for a quick ride.
A ride full of traffic at the top of the day and avoiding taxis at night.
Yet it’s a ride. Bit over a mile each way but it’s something.