I don’t know if it’s writer’s block or a lack of a theme for this post, but I want to write about my experiences commuting around Memphis today and yesterday, and yet I’m having a devil of a time getting started on this. Â Were my rides frustrating? Â Exhilarating? Â Fulfilling? Â Lacking? Â What’s the through line?
Well, like almost any commute I’ve made in the past few years I’ve been biking around Memphis, my rides were both frustrating and exhilarating and fulfilling and lacking. Â Everything, all rolled into one giant burrito of what it means to be a commuter cyclist.
So what was frustrating about my rides? Â First, let’s have a look at the routes. Â Very similar, the two of them. Â For both rides, I started out at my home in the south-east corner of Cooper Young, headed north to the main intersection of the neighborhood, then went on from there. Â On Friday I stopped by my favorite local bookstore to pick up a book I had recently ordered, then biked over to my favorite local video store to pick up some movies for the weekend. Â From there I sallied forth to the nearest package store to pick up a bottle of vino, then home.
On Saturday my ride was nearly identical. Â To the video store to return one of the DVDs, then to the nearest drug store to pick up a few items for my ailing wife, then back by the liquor store for another bottle of wine, then home. Â Sounds nice, yes?
Sure, except for nearly getting cut off by a driver who turned right in front of me off Cooper. Â And encountering more than a few drivers for whom the three-feet rule is unknown. Â [sigh]
But I don’t let it get me down. Â In the past week I’ve biked every day and haven’t used my car once. Â To me, that’s a good week.