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Guest Post: Petrus' "Bike Out and Ride It Up!"

Excellent commenter Petrus took up my call and has provided up with some fresh postage. Not actual postage, which I could have picked up when I was at the Post Office earlier (I declined the offer of stamps, since I already have ample stamps, at least more stamps than I anticipating needing to use before we abolish the postal service and descend into free market postal anarchy), but actual blog postage and for this, I'm quite grateful. This is also posted at Petrus' incipient bicycle blog: Knocking Way
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Exactly two weeks after portaging my beloved black bicycle (bbb) home for the holidays (disclaimer: I celebrate Christmas, and was awake for the intake of the new year (2012 I think we’re on now), but more holidays were not included in my life, cyclatory or otherwise), I brought out the bike. At 6:37 this morning, I stealthily entered the house of the parents’ to access the garage. Since everyone knows time depresses tires, and that tires hunger for air, I fed my two black rings their share, and after having a quick run in with a lost presto screwin top, headed off for the commuter rail from Manassas. For DC’ers without geography, and no it’s not local geography, Manassas is located this side of China, south of the 49th parallel, but otherwise beyond the pants-holding-thing way. And boy was bbb happy to be back on the road! I mean, it was great to be back on two wheels. The last couple days getting back to work after a long trip to a warm beach (80 degrees, beeches!), I went in too early to portage the bbb on that local train set from the Virgin-land-ia. For those unfamiliar with the system, counter-system, and procedure, full sized bikes are VERboten on VRE except on the last 3 trains of the morning and of the evening. Overachiever that I am {not}, I like to get in early, so I can get out early (read: by 6 pm), and apparently VRE serves best those cyclists who like to get to work later. No matter. I am honored to have joined the ranks of the free-wheeling, no matter that my commute was simply up from the plaza of our city designer and my namesake, Mr. Pierre Charles. Seeing others with the freedom to ride the last couple days made me feel like part of the 99%. Not that I don’t empathize deeply with my fellow man (and wo-man), but not so much the 4 wheeled prisoners.

My 1.5 mile commute this morning? Epically un-epic. It wasn’t even cold enough to claim frost-bite and get a sick day [Editor's note: zing!]. I made the lights more than usual up Pennsylvania, saw a grand total of about 1 other cyclist, yadda yadda. Why did I write this post? Your reading pleasure. Let me know if it’s remotely been a success in pleasuring your mind. I’ve never blogged my commute before.

Ride free the new year!! And let those resolutions carry you smoothly on your wheels, wherever that may be, un-collidingly to a prosperous year for all. Carry on.

4 comments:

  1. I don't think "portage" was the correct use of the term - unless of course you have some type of amphibious assault bike in which case this has the potential to be the best blog post ever.

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  2. "the pants-holding-thing way"

    Yes, my mind has been "pleasured." :-) Thanks!

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  3. Mr. Bug, I report to you that the honorable late Mr. Webster has reported to me that "portage" is defined as "the labor of carrying or transportin" and alternatively "the carrying of boats or good overland from one body of water to another or around an obstacle". It mentions nothing about having to get in the water. This is about bicycles, not the polar bear club nor the nautical society. Your application to edit my blog is hereby rejected. Appeals will be heard the first Monday of July 2072. Good day, sir.

    and Ms. Nony Mous, glad to have been of assistance.

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