I’ve been getting lax about riding. A simple 11 mile loop to the Willows and back totally winded me. Still there’s that little rush from successfully riding in MA traffic. Given the finesse most Massholes put into their driving I think of it as something akin to running with the bulls. Riding with the Massholes - at least I have that.
Except I just sat down after my ride and found the following in my cool things to watch que:
YouTube - Bike Messengers Are on Crack
Dude.
Part of me still feels that tiny sense of superiority from following the rules of the road. “Same rights and responsibilities!” it yells in a tiny, shrill voice. It’s drowned out by the chorus of ooohs and aaaahs from the bits of me that just think that looks cool. It’s one step away from bicycle parkour...
