I commute by car.
It takes slightly over an hour each way.
My air conditioned, heated, steel box with a radio and a comfortable seat isolates me from the incessant traffic, drivers trying to beat the light, and the harsh reality that I’m driving from a wonderful city to a god awful “edge city”. Tysons Corner, is justified as a city because it has traffic, high density office space, and not one, but two malls. There is no community, no neighborhoods, no active street life or engaging local retail to speak of. Cars come in, cars come out.

Tysons Corner
I’m jealous of bike commuters. Yes, even when it is sweltering hot, or a rain storm pops up unexpectedly, or when a cabbie illegally U-turns across Pennsylvania Ave. I’m jealous because they ride through DC and can take advantage of all its amenities, because when you leave the office you can leisurely ride home, or hammer out your aggravation climbing hills or laps on Hains point. I’m jealous because you get to know other commuters by name and through conversation, not just by a familiar bumper sticker or dent in their trunk.
But I don’t bike commute, because 1) There are no showers at work, 2) There is no bike parking at work, 3) It’s a haul at about 17-18 miles each way, and 4) the W&OD trail is lonely and boring if you’re riding alone. Some of those are easy to overcome, to tell myself to suck it up and get over it. But the combined effect, the hassle, the long distance have put me off of the idea as a regular thing. I’m not 100 percent ok with that – if the office was in Arlington, or I had a group to regularly ride with I’d ride as much as possible. Sometimes I feel like I am betraying myself for driving.

This has never been used in 2 1/2 years.
My jealousy got the best of me this year for bike to work day. I had a partner to bike with (though there was a last minute cancellation), there was swag to pick up at the rest stops, and friendly faces to see at Friday Coffee Club. So I decided I would make it work – leave early enough, pack scent free natural baby wipes for clean up, just see what it is like in DC. It’s not the first time I’ve bike commuted – I did it a handful of times at a previous job in Massachusetts, which had nicer roads, a shower, but a 46 mile round trip – so I knew what to expect and how to pack food and clothes.
It didn’t take long to notice the difference between car and bike commuting in DC. Biking just FEELS GOOD. It wasn’t just the abundance of bike commuters taking advantage of bike to work day, it was the fact that my mind opens up when biking in a way that it doesn’t when driving. I absorbed my surroundings, relished the cool morning air, and wasn’t fixated on rapidly advancing from light to light. I advanced at my own pace, I was less worried about being in the most efficient lane or if there was a cop lurking on a side street waiting to nab speeders. It was nice to focus on my body as the engine rather than the ticking and humming of 4 cylinders encased in plastic and steel.


We should do this every day.
Coffee club was great, I got to talk to a few people at rest stops, then set off on the Custis trail. Damn those hills. Eventually I made my way onto the long straight W&OD, then a right turn onto Gallows Road, which despite the ominous name has a decent bike lane. Before I knew it I was at the office. Locking up with the other Bike to Work day folks.

The other bike to work day…
On the way home I was feeling good about my choice. It changed my mental perspective at work – I had more energy, was eager to get things done, and in a happier mood. Also ravenously hungry. And eager to leave at 5pm on. the. dot.
Riding home I saw a familiar bike, and pulled up along side of Mike R., one of the craziest but nicest cyclists in the DC area. We chatted and rode together and he led me on roads, paths and short cuts that made me feel like he was Dean Moriarty and I was Sal driving across the country in Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road”. Spur of the moment decisions, conversations that flow, an element of danger and humor mixed into one. That – that is not the type of thing you get while driving to work every day. No, this is what being out in the open, exposed to the elements and the strengths (or weaknesses) of our body is about. I’m sure it gets routine and mundane over time – how could it not – but quite simply bike commuting offers a hell of a lot more chances for fun than driving ever could.
So there you have it – that is my story of Bike to Work Day to go in the file with all the rest. I’ll be riding to work more often, but still only occasionally. Maybe a dozen times during the summer months? Better than nothing, let’s see what comes of it.

Morning Route
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