During Dan’s visit (see May 29th post), we went for a walking tour of the Capital Hill neighbourhood of Seattle. On the way, we saw this beauty:I delayed our quest for the martini bar in order to take a photo of a bicycle rack – yes, I’m exactly that geeky. But…it holds a minimum of 9 bikes in a single car parking space! And it has an adorably cartoony car design. Since only a few bikes were parked there, I couldn’t really tell if the spaces were wide enough to allow two bikes per space. I suspect not. However, even at a single bike per space, a trade of 9 bikes for one car is fantastic. At that time there were only three bikes parked. However, I wouldn’t assume that meant a lack of demand. This was early afternoon on a Monday and the neighbourhood was extremely quiet. The streets were really quite deserted until two or three hours later.
March 13 was marked twice on my calendar – the first was a reminder to change my clocks and the second was to take out my bike. I am, I confess, a fair weather cyclist. I know this may seem terribly wimpy to those of you in
Wednesday evening, I packed up my backpack with Thursday’s clothes, toiletries, etc. It’s hard enough to get ready in the morning – if I’m changing my routine, I’d better get things prepared the night before. Thursday morning was overcast, but chilly (yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh at me,
I got to work without too much effort, which is only a modest accomplishment, as my route is two-thirds downhill. I entered the parkade and was about to lock up my bike, when I realized that I didn’t have my bike lock. Doh! It must not have gotten unpacked after our move last fall. Right – time for plan B – storing it in my cubicle. It’s hard to be inconspicuous, wheeling a bike into the elevator in tights and a bright yellow jacket. Back down to the locker room to shower and change. That’s when I found the second mistake – no shampoo! Well, I could make do with soap from the wall dispenser, at least once. I had a quick shower, got dressed, went to put on my shoes…and realized that my spare shoes were upstairs, under my desk. At least I had a pair and didn’t have to wear sneakers all day. Besides, walking around in sock feet isn’t THAT eccentric, when you work with a bunch of scientists, right?
All in all, it was a relatively successful first day for bicycle commuting.
Friday’s forecast predicted a high probability for rain and for beer. I took the bus. But I did promise to be back at it the next week.