Weather permitting, I commute to work by bike. Basically the only weather that stops me is extreme cold, snow, or ice. Rain is not an excuse not to ride (I have rain gear). It’s a little over 2 miles from home to work. Not a bad ride, except for the big hill in the middle (yes, it’s really uphill both ways). It forces me to get my daily exercise, which makes my doctor very happy. Given the parking insanity, I’m hoping to use my bike a lot more here in Philly for running errands as well (grocery shopping, anyone?). It’s a lot easier to find something to lock my bike to than to find a parking space, I assure you. What’s really nice is being able to get outside and see (and sometimes smell) the world.
Sometimes, I see very interesting things on my rides. Granted, I spend quite a bit of time watching the road so I can avoid any broken glass or sharp objects (no one likes a flat tire), but I still get to look around at the world.
Today I saw something I could hardly believe:
A man, riding a bike, steering with one hand.
In his other hand he was holding a pet carrier.
Which contained a live cat.
I heard a faint meow as we passed each other. I’m not sure the cat was all that happy with the arrangement, but I could be wrong.
A LIVE CAT. In a carrier. Being carried by a man actively riding a bike. Not strapped to a rack, but HELD IN HIS HAND.
He’s a brave brave man.