Woo-hoo, I got me another badge! For as little as I’ve actually biked so far this month (31 of my 50 pledged miles, which comes out to maybe 2-2.5 gallons of minivan gas) I have racked up a silly number of May is Bike Month badges. But, I’ll admit it. I like badges.
I earned the Bike to Work Day badge for logging 4.6 miles yesterday. After driving the kids to school in the morning and driving again at 1:20pm to pick up (and drop off a friend’s kid–so, let’s hear it for carpooling?), then *cringe* driving yet again to swim practice, I decided I’d at least pedal to the library, which is sometimes my office, and return an overdue book, then pedal back to the gym for the end of swim practice. The whole trip took about 30 minutes, not counting stoplights.
I owe a fine, too, but I chose not to go inside the library and pay it. I’d forgotten my bike lock. A lot of people in the neighborhood surrounding my library walk and bike out of necessity and not for health or environmental reasons, so while I’d like one day to donate a bike to someone in need, I didn’t want yesterday to be that day.
By the way, the book I turned in was hard to let go of because it was SO GOOD! It’s the perfect summer read for hot Sacramento because it takes place in the bush country of Alaska. I’ve been reading it aloud to my seven-year-old daughter, on the recommendation of her grandmother. ‘Buela must have forgotten how many damns and other bad words are in it, though. Camilla has had quite an education in the salty language of “sourdough” gold miners and racists of 1920s Alaska.