Two weeks ago I told Joey that if gas got up to $5 per gallon, I’d bike commute with him every day. Then, suddenly, he decided we were going to start doing it now.
As in, next week.
So I found out where I can park my bike, we bought a pair of shorts to wear over my hideous bike shorts, and got a new lock for Joey’s bike. I now have to kick fanny every day between now and Saturday, which is our Test Run day.
I am getting up early to make my commute on a Saturday. But Joey is right, he thinks we ought to make sure our Google Maps route works before we risk it on Monday.
Next week we’re only riding in on Monday and Friday because Joey found out yesterday he has to go to Green Bay to do some interviews with one of the Packers or something. No fair, Joey will be hobnobbing with NFL dudes while I’m at home languishing by myself. (If he flies over Iowa and gets to wave at everyone, I quit.)
That’s all.
