Living A Carless Existence

Two weeks ago Bobby and I uprooted again and moved to San Diego. It has been a big change already and sometimes I get scared that we won’t survive, but I’m trying to be positive, because overall this change is probably for the best.

Between the two of us, there is only one car. Bobby works within 2 miles of where we live, so it is very easy for him to take his bike or walk to work. But sometimes he has to work at a different location, which is more like 15-20 miles of where we live. We decided that, since the bus routes don’t go all the way to his second work location, that I can take the bus sometimes. In order to save money, I want to try to take the bus or my bike most days, but I have to get in better shape for that to happen.

So on Friday I decided to be brave and take the first step toward living a carless existence. I took the bus, which is $6 for a day pass, so that he wouldn’t have to take a Lyft, which is $40 one way to his other work location. As I was gathering my things and going out the door I remembered that I would need keys in order to get back into the apartment when I got home.
I successfully made three bus changes and didn’t get lost or have an anxiety attack the whole way to work. I was so proud. Then Bobby called me. He didn’t know where the car keys were. We used to have two sets, but his went missing a month or so ago, so we’re down to one. Our one car key is on my set of keys, which I had grabbed as I went out the door to catch my bus.

We were stuck. Bobby had to take a Lyft anyway, which means my effort to save us money had actually cost us more money. I’m still mad about it.

Utter Obedience Can Cause Pain

It’s a true reality that I am fairly obedient.  I sometimes complain about what I am asked to do, but mostly in a joking way.  Other than that, I do what I am told.  Thus comes the story of my latest accident.

Over the past year, my older brother, Jeremiah, has gotten really into cycling.  I rides around 30 miles most days; it seems to be rare when he misses a day.  Another thing about my brother is that whatever he takes interest in, he wants me to as well.  So he bought me a used road bike that is blue and awesome.  I went home last Sunday for a few days, and on Tuesday we went on a ride.

I hadn’t been on a bike in a long time, and never on a road bike.  I’ve never ridden more than a few miles except for maybe on the stationary bikes at the gym when I was in high school.  Bishop, CA is at a little more than 4,000 feet above sea level.  However, because I have been living in San Dimas for more than a year, I am no longer used to the elevation at home.  Thus begins the longest 14 miles of my life.

Originally my brother wanted to do a 30 mile ride, but it turned into what was supposed to be about 20 miles I believe.  Except on mile 3.5, I couldn’t breath.  I haven’t had an asthma attack in a long time, but I had one on Tuesday.  So we had to stop for a while and Miah let me use his inhaler.  Soon I was ready to go again.  We shortened our ride so it would be a little more than seven miles each way.  Now, it must be noted that he told me to “never stop pedaling;” I took that information to heart.  So on our way back, we came to something like an S curve.  I hit the first corner and he said it was great, just a little wide.  On the second curve I must have forgotten how to brake or something.  Anyway, I was going way too fast, probably at least 20 mph says the brother; I slid and crashed.  Now I am missing most of the skin on my elbow, waiting for it to be healed enough to be comfortable again.  How wonderful.

This has taught me that sometimes it is safer to be slightly disobedient and stop pedaling.