When I bike to work, lots of people pass me, and I rarely
pass anyone. That’s fine, I’m not in a race with any of them. The only one I am
racing is Hypothetical Me Who Took the Bus. Most mornings I arrive just before
my bus peeps trudge up the hill, so then I barely won the race with
Hypothetical Me. (Of course, once you count the extra time it takes me to lock
up my bike, I am in a dead tie with Hypothetical Me.) On Wednesday I could see
my bus peeps ahead of me but never did catch up to them, so that day I lost the
race to Hypothetical Me. It probably helps me beat Hypothetical Me that there
is a lot of construction on the main drag the bus goes down, which slows it
down and allows me to pull ahead of Hypothetical Me. Once the construction is
done, I might not have any advantage over Hypothetical Me. Of course, by then
it might be cooler out, so maybe I will go back to riding the bus anyway. I’m
not one of those hardcore, bike all winter types like Richard Bonomo.
Famous Hat
2 comments:
They are always passing me on the bikes. The bus peeps pass me right when the construction quits. No I am not fast and neither is my hypothetical me who would be talking about cats to the lady talks about gardening on the bus
Hypothetical Me on the bus usually has to stand.
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