The combination of this article and this picture:
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really makes me think.
This morning I was driving to work in the pouring rain. I left my house at 7:40am. 1 hour and 20 minutes before I was due at work. At about 8:05, I had traveled two miles. I watched around me as common people broke down and became insane. You know how sometimes you’ll be stuck in a lane of traffic, and the turn lane next to you will be empty, and you’ll watch some jerk speed up it and cut into the line you’ve been waiting in. This morning, everyone was doing stuff like that. And I do mean everyone. I watched a school bus blatantly run a red light. It was just plain chaos.
It was at this point I decided it would be better for me to just ride my bike the rest of the way to the MARTA Bus Station. So I pulled into the parking lot next to me, parked my car, donned my poncho, and headed out on bike. It was raining pretty darn hard, but I couldn’t help but feeling satisfied as I passed dozen after dozen of cars. I couldn’t decide whether motorists thought I was crazy, or if they were slightly envious. Proper the first one.
I covered the rest of the trip (4 miles) in about 15 minutes. So I traveled four times faster on my bike than I did in my car. Perhaps this is what kept me happy as I waited at the bus station, soaking wet from my thighs down.
I look forward to my trip home, though I think I’m kind of impartial to whether its raining or not. I’ll be more prepared tomorrow, so I don’t have to walk around work barefoot all day, but I think this may kill my car’s use during the week. Which just makes one of the points in that article all the more poignant.