When Q heard that Lisa needed to move to a new apartment, he was immediately inspired to offer to move her by bike. But who could blame her for being dubious? Q convinced her he could pull it off, but then he had to convince others to join his moving crew. It was, as our Lady Jane friend called, a hard sell. But I have written before how stubborn Q can be and eventually he had rounded up a crew of 5 movers, strong riders all with trailers. These movers found that saying no to Q wasn't an option!
So early Saturday morning, in the fruitless effort to avoid the heat, they gathered and moved. This was the ideal bike move-the distance between the two places was only about a mile and a half, there didn't seem to be any hills (but of course on a heavily loaded bicycle, the hills appeared!) and while there were big items, the over all amount was modest. It took five movers three trips to do it all.
I started riding my bike as my primary form of transportation because I love riding bikes. Add in all the wonderful benefits- you know the drill-exercise, money saving, pollution free, oil free, and all the other great things, it just seemed a reasonable choice.
But what I had not anticipated was how different life would look mounted on top of a bike verses looking out of a rolling metal box. The places I go, the people I meet, the things I see are so different. And I love it all.
This is a record of my adventures!