Monday, February 21, 2005

12 minute commute!

Woo Hoo!

I made it door to door in 12 minutes this morning. My bike clock said 9:47:5? as I wheeled it out of my kitchen (I never reset it for daylights saving—I’m supposed to be in the office by 9:00, and it is ahead about 7 minutes). Previously the latest I left was 9:45 and that was pushing it. So as I carried it down the steps I realized that I would probably be late for work.

I passed by the gates of ‘downtown’ (the Blommer Chocolate Factory) at 9:56 and thought I might make it to work in 10 minutes. Alas, the lights and traffic weren’t in my favor and after locking up my bike, I walked into my building at 10:00. Still—this is fucking sweet. The total ride is just a hair under 3 miles and the ‘downtown’ part is about .5 miles. This is sweet time for not having run any redlights on my slow tank of a bike—loaded with not one, but two paniers (care packages for brothers!).

I also got to pass two roadies going up a hill—tehehe. Especially fun was watching them trackstand for the red to get a head-start across the intersection only to have me ride their butts until we got to the wide lane of the hill so I could pass them. I flipped it into highest gear as I crested for the down hill and made it across the next intersection just before the light turned yellow—while their clipless asses got caught at the red. What a sweet Monday ride.

I bet if I had a road bike I could make it door-to-door in under 10 minutes. That would rock.

None of the other attorneys or secretaries were in the office when I arrived (totally sweaty) and I managed to cool down and change clothes before they came in. Super-sweet.

Even though being late makes me ride harder—I need to stop dorking around so much every morning. The prime culprit is my irrational hatred of laundry: I have only two more days before I’ll be commando attorney. Not cool. I am also on the verge of tapping into Halloween costumes. My hatred of laundry skews my shaky perspective of what is appropriate to wear even farther. At my dresser this morning I was holding a fishnet shirt in my hands while deliberating its merits as office-wear. no. No. NO.

Avoidance of laundry makes me susceptible to all sorts of crazy delusions and schemes: “I’ll do it in the morning before work,” “just buy more socks,” “it doesn’t smell that bad,” “don’t bring any clothes and say you grabbed the wrong bag” are all considered as viable options to just taking two hours to wash my clothes. This is silly and I should just grow up and quit stalling….tomorrow—because tonight I’m going out with friends and won’t have time. Tehehe.


At 5:15 PM, Anonymous Jim said...

Awesome! I love it when I make a record time - though a record for me would be on the order of 30 minutes. When you finally resort to the Halloween costumes, please take a picture and post.

At 12:06 AM, Blogger equipoise said...

Fishnet shirt???

At 7:44 AM, Blogger jojo said...

Perfect to wear to 'angry teenage boy' concerts. As long as I act so undignified by tossing myself into mosh pits filled with boys young enough for me to have born--why not go all out and be completely ridiculous?

Besides--you are to blame for filling my ears with devil music during my formative years.

Additionally, fishnet clothes are amazingly warm when layered under something else. I don't know if it because of trapped air, or friction--but they provide/retain a hell of lot of heat.

At 8:03 AM, Blogger jojo said...

Sorry Jim--with much gnashing of teeth, griping and whimpering--I did my laundry last night.

[yes, I was alone in my apartment audibly whimpering and arguing outloud to myself about whether or not to do it: my own pathetic, disturbing, ridiculous, soliloquy]

At 9:14 AM, Blogger Sascha said...

What is it with all the laundry posts this week?

I don't get it. Laundry is easy. The washer and dryer do most of the work. I invite anyone who hates to do laundry to bring it to my house.

I will wash, dry and fold your laundry if you scrub my bathroom which is truly a task to loathe!

Granted, my folded laundry tends to sit on the dining room table until I wear it again or a guy is coming over...putting it away seems to be the last thing that ever gets done.

At 10:04 PM, Blogger jojo said...

Laundry is quite simply the most horrible, horrible chore a person has to do.

Every single aspect of it sucks--except the part at the end when my clothes are clean and the next load is weeks away.


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