It’s challenging enough for me to commute to work – and get there wearing matching shoes and a hairstyle that doesn’t make my co-workers ask if I lost my hairbrush – driving a car, even though it’s less than five miles from my house. I can hardly imagine trying to do it riding a bide.
Each morning, she packed up her work clothes, water bottle and tire repair kit, hopped on her Cannondale Cyclocross and coasted into town.
At the law office, she carried her bike up a flight of stairs and tucked it in a storage closet for the day.
“My co-workers were very supportive and enthusiastic. I feel lucky about that. They knew I was going for 100 days and would ask, ‘How many do you have left?,'” she says.
Thurber’s story makes me remember how much I loved riding my bike as a kid, and how much I’ve felt like a carefree kid the few times I’ve ridden a bike as an adult.