Between April 1 and the end of September-early October, I ride my bike to work as much as possible. While it takes less time to get to work by bus, there’s no comparison. The bus is usually over-crowded and most of the passengers and the bus drivers are cranky. On my bike, I don’t have to worry about being bumped by a massive knapsack or having my arm jerked off by a bus driver who has aspirations to be Mario Andretti. I live relatively close to a river and there’s a bike path that runs along the edge of the river, almost all the way to my office. A short jump across a busy bridge and I’m at work. About 25 mins and 7 km each way. My building has change rooms in the basement, which means I can shower at work and not worry about being smelly all day. While it only takes me about 20 minutes to get to work by bus, I need about 45 minutes to get to work, shower and get to my office. It takes a bit more organization, but it’s well worth the effort. Oxygen and fresh air clear out any cobwebs. I always arrive at work in a good mood. The return trip gives me a chance to unwind a bit before I’m thrown into the evening routine.
The best thing about riding my bike is that the scenery changes daily. Every so often, I’ll see a heron standing just off shore as I ride past a shallow inlet. In the spring, there’s gaggles of Canada geese with fuzzy little goslings waddling around after their parents. every so often, the bike traffic comes to a stand-still as a mama goose leads her pack across the pathway in search of a more succulent patch of grass (Canada geese are big and ill-tempered, so always a good idea to let them go first). Recently, I saw a hawk fly over my head, clutching a small rodent in his talons – it was close enough that I could see its beak and the tail of its breakfast.