Topic: bike commute

It’s Bike to Work week (and it happens to be National Bike Month, too), and when it’s not pissing with rain (damn you Mother Nature), I loves to get me some bike riding time on the way to work. Just me and Bea Arthur (that’s my bike’s name, don’t ask, just let it go), which is a fire-engine red, 18-speed Supercycle. I have decked out ol’ Bea with some pretty fancy accessories and swag: a cushy, plush bike seat to protect my tush, a wicker basket out front with yellow flowers woven around the rim (just to make Bea a little more feminine, flirty, and fun), flashing little lights on the spokes, comfy handlebar grips, and a big squeezy-horn that goes “honky-honky!” when you squeeze it. Very nice, indeed. Except every time I’m out riding Bea Arthur (there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say), there’s one thing I keep forgetting: my helmet. One of these days, this accidentally-on-purpose forgetfulness is going to cost me my life, so why aren’t I strapping on the skull-bucket? More »