Things That Can Be Carried On A Bike (#249)...and a quick comment
Three liters of red wine.
A cardboard box containing 3 pints of homemade dog food (chopped prime rib scraped from diners plates).
I had a hot and bustling evening at work tonight and really looked forward to hopping on my bike afterwords. Before leaving work I checked the temperature and it said it was 25F (-4C) so I put on an extra sweater and a wool scarf around my neck. And as I walked out the back door with my bike I saw one of the patrons I had just served dinner. They commented on me being on a bike, and asked if I weren't cold. No, I told them, I'd be fine...and I unconsciously added that I own a truck but choose to ride a bike when I can. I don't know why I often add that...it's as if I feel odd that I'm a middle aged guy riding a bike, perpetuating the American stigma (in my head) that if you're not in a car (a really nice, expensive, and big car) then you must not be worth much...or at least can't afford a really nice car.
Before going home I wanted to purchase wine (which I'm drinking as I type these words) but had to go to the ATM first. It was such a beautiful winter night that I chose to go to a different bank rather than the one closest to where I work so I could get a bit of fresh night air.
I will admit that it was a bit cold at first, but that only lasted a minute or so. But even if I was a little chilly, I thought, what's wrong with that? The entire round trip (2 miles) took just a little while; it may have been faster but I was pedaling slower than usual after working all day. What's wrong with being a little chilly in the winter (or sweaty in the summer)? If I would have driven it probably would have taken about the same length of time. OK, maybe a couple minutes would have been shaved off...but I would not have been out in the crisp winter air and gotten a quick invigorating ride in...I would have sat on my car-couch and pressed the gas pedal. After spending an evening facing a hot stove those few minutes on a bike on a chilly winters eve were priceless. So I'll re-answer the question I was asked earlier. No I am not cold as I ride my bike, but even if I am every so often, I don't mind. It reminds me of my surroundings; it makes me feel alive.