Biking in Winter
I hate biking in the winter. Even in the warm semi-tropics of Washinton DC. It still gets cold when the sun goes down. Your nose freezes (I blame the snow miser, give me mr. Heat Miser anytime). And frankly my right shoulder is only gradually coming back round to normal usefulness after crashing the bike back in November. I find I still can't throw a football around. I can barely comb my hair. I get home I find I'm to tired to write, read or think clearly. It's so much easier to succumb to television narcolpsy. I feel bad for all the other parts of the country that are buried under snow at the moment. I haven't seen the first flake here yet. Although the seasons young. It doesn't matter; though, the strange winter inter-session at U. Maryland will soon be over, they will fire up the shuttle bus fleet and I won't have to bicycle to work if I don't want to. There still is the problem of Safeway closing (!) the Adelphi store leaving me without a neighborhood grocery. Tran reminded me this week that I have told her that I will at some point - soon I think was the impression I left her with - set myself to learning to drive a car and then buy one. It's just that I've avoided it for so long. I wish she understood this. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, cars I have nothing against cars. I just have nothing much for them either. Yes the cold winter rains stay on the outside, you don't have to keep pedaling on hills to keep from rolling backwards. There are these things. I've thought; that, if it were the other way round, if I had a car, that would be an inducement to learn to use the thing. This is the approach I used with the guitar, with the camera, the computer here... Well this is the approach I've used with most things. I buy the car, all shiny and full of well-fed horses, arrange for it to be placed where I could see it. Bobs your uncle. You can't let a lot of things like this get abstract on you.
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