There is a lot involved in my daily commute to work. My day starts at 5:20am with the sound of my alarm. The weakest part of my routine is responding to it in a timely manner (without hitting snooze), but from there onward it's a well-honed ritual: shave, shower, dress, breakfast, read the comics page (Mary Worth is riveting in the early morning), pack the bike, and head out the door by 6:30am.This is a picture of my bike during a pre-flight check. It's pictured with flat pedals. Usually I ride with SPD clipless, having left a pair of shoes under my desk at work. On the rack is everything that I need to face the day: a laptop, sun gear for the afternoon ride home, and an electric guitar & accessories (which is what makes my commute at least somewhat bloggable). More on this later.
After an aggressive ride that takes about 30 minutes, I dismount, unpack, and lash the steed to a light pole in a church parking lot. This is not my destination. Rather, this is where I climb aboard a limo bus for the second leg of my commute: a one-hour ride down I-80 to Omaha.
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Dude, that's rad. I'd hate to go to Omaha, but at least your doin' it mass transit and you're doin' something you love all the way there. Hellz yeah.
It has made the days long, but 2 hours of practice every day has made it worth while, for sure.
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