The Bike

On my way to work, I started thinking about statistics. I am not normally a statistics type person, but I wanted to figure these out.

I have ridden my bike now for 3 weeks. I hit that mark yesterday. Wow...I thought it was longer, but guess not. In those 3 weeks, I have ridden 204 miles (no wonder my quads are constantly tired) and 27 1/2 hours.

I have almost been hit by cars 5 times. The best is when I see them and stop, but they don't see me until I am already stopped. They get really scared and look like they are going to have a heart attack...drivers jumping in their seats...hahaha.

Mike is back on days (YIPEE!!) and so he no longer meets me at my work on Friday evening to pick me up to go out, I get to ride home. No big deal, the ride isn't as torterous as it used to be. In the first week, the 9 miles home about killed me. Now I have broken it up into sections. "OK, I just need to get to the BYU playing fields." "OK, now I just need to get to the next light." "Will's Pit stop is the next...that is where most drivers pay attention the least." "I made it to Will's Pit Stop, now to Borders (there is this really nice shady spot to sit and cool down in right past Borders. It is nice.)" "Now it is the Orem Hill (which by the way I don't have to walk up anymore) and then it is downhill the rest of the way to home." These are some of the thoughts that run through my head while I pedal away. If anyone wants to come join me, go for it! I would suggest though that you don't listen to BarJ Wranglers on your iPod...they just aren't that motivating to pedal too...