October Car vs. Bike Results

I won’t ride my bike through puddles

That’s the rule I try to adhere to when bike commuting.  Basically, if it’s raining enough that there is a chance of puddles on the road it’s not a good day to ride for a couple of reasons.

1. I will get wet and riding in the rain is sometimes miserable.

2. Wet and dark weather makes for poor visibility and slick roads.

Yes, rain will get me wet and the ride can turn a bit miserable, but  I can deal with slightly miserable.  In fact, I think part of me secretly likes miserable.  It makes me feel like I’m doing something a little out of the ordinary.  The bigger issue is the lack of visibility. Reduced visibility for me and other drivers combined with slick roads makes for some potentially dangerous situations.  All of this means the riding opportunities during the fall and winter months will be harder to come by, but very enjoyable when they do come about.

In between rain storms October presented some amazing days to ride.  I stopped and took some documentation pictures near Green Lake on one of the sunny days just to remind myself that the sun does make an appearance from time to time around here.

Alright, so after laying out my excuses for the month, here are the results:

Car miles – 177.2. A big chunk were from a round trip from Anacortes to Alger.

Bike miles –  139. Not quite as high as I would have liked.

Conclusion:

The winter months are going to prove challenging.  Combining September’s total and this month’s has me pretty much even between car and bike miles for the ytd challenge.  In November,  I think I’m going to try mixing in some short bike rides to the train instead of driving.

Fortune

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Good news? What type of good news? Oh, I can’t wait. I love fortunes. Perhaps that is why I bought a large amount of fortune cookies.

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Need a pick-me-up? Call me and I’ll read you your fortune. Forgive me if I eat your cookie though.

Understanding Burger Culture

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I’m having a bit or writer’s block because burgers are consuming my mind as of late. A girl should only do a number of burger posts before she moves on, right? I’m not ready to move on….burger thoughts have taken over my brain. It is so strange. A few months ago it would have been torture to eat a burger with out sticking my upper lip up. Pure torture.

Now, I’d eat a burger for every meal if I could and I’ve found myself in philosophical conversations with friends about the art of the burger. I’ve also become a defender of Dick’s fries. I love them and are shocked to find there are so many haters out there! How can you turn your nose up to something so salty and greasy?

Eating burgers around HBHQ is no walk in the park. I recenlty jumped on this band wagon, but Barry has been eating burgers for decades. His dad is like Papa Burger, loving all burgers made from little Mom – N – Pop stands. Barry’s childhood memories are filled with going on some adventure with his dad, only to stop along the way for a tasty burger.

“You just don’t understand burger culture yet,” is what Barry told me as we walked Sydney yesterday morning. I wasn’t aware that there was a ‘burger culture’ to understand, but apparently I was wrong. Part of Burger Culture is not making special orders or trying to manipulate what is offered. You either order what is offered and are happy, or you don’t order at all. I had no idea. I love special ordering. I’m really good at it.

Now that I’ve been informed I feel like I might need to do a bit more research to see if I’ve become more accustomed to Barry’s burger ways.