It’s a beautiful morning. A light haze protects from a blazing sun, no wind, perfect temperatures. An awesome day for a bike ride. I wave at a cyclist friend traveling in the other direction. Man, does that look ideal. I wouldn’t know how it really feels because today I am in my car.
I suppose I could have taken the bike to the grocery store today. I would have had to shorten the 8 ft trailer to a more reasonable size to carry the 3′ x 3′ table I was going to buy and then attach it to the Yuba (hmmmm, I’ve never actually had to do that myself-Mr. S. is usually the hauler). I would have needed all my bravery to maneuver bike and trailer (with kid in Yepp Maxi seat) up a busy road (because like many big stores the only way to get there is at least some travel on the busy street). I would have needed to figure out the best way to strap said table to trailer and then make sure I remembered to give it extra space as I rode down the street so it didn’t get damaged or fall off (because it would have overlapped the trailer). So, groceries, on bike, with trailer and I had about 1 ½ hours to do all that before picking up my daughter at preschool.
Or I could take the car.
I took the car.
Some days are like that.