07-09-2021, 02:30 AM
... And I'm ready to punch someone. I've been commuting to work on a motorcycle for so long that any time I need to do it in a car, I get extremely frustrated. It's a 14 mile drive, and you'd think it would be no big deal.
My condo building is being painted this week, so all of our patio furniture, barbecue, and my wife's dozens of plants had to be stuffed into our garage, taking up the room where my CB lives. To keep debris and paint spray from entering the garage through the gap around the garage door, I pulled my CB out of the garage early Monday morning, sealed up the inside of the garage door with sheet plastic for the week, rode to the office, and have been using my beater work van to get back and forth to work all week. I don't have a way to safely secure a motorcycle outside overnight, but the van could get stolen for all I care.
It's now Friday, and my head hurts from banging my head on the steering wheel in traffic for a week, watching motorcycles sail by without a care in the carpool lane and lane splitting around me. I feel the same frustration that got me to start riding to work in the first place. I realize how liberating it is to not really care whether or not the freeway is packed with traffic.
Also, gas is now $4.20 a gallon in my area. I usually don't really pay attention, since I buy three gallons at a time which gets me to work for a week and a half. I've gone through a tankful in the van. I felt that in my wallet.
I'm anxiously awaiting a text from my wife to tell me that the painters are finished and that we can get back to normal tonight. I anxiously await the return of my sanity.
My condo building is being painted this week, so all of our patio furniture, barbecue, and my wife's dozens of plants had to be stuffed into our garage, taking up the room where my CB lives. To keep debris and paint spray from entering the garage through the gap around the garage door, I pulled my CB out of the garage early Monday morning, sealed up the inside of the garage door with sheet plastic for the week, rode to the office, and have been using my beater work van to get back and forth to work all week. I don't have a way to safely secure a motorcycle outside overnight, but the van could get stolen for all I care.
It's now Friday, and my head hurts from banging my head on the steering wheel in traffic for a week, watching motorcycles sail by without a care in the carpool lane and lane splitting around me. I feel the same frustration that got me to start riding to work in the first place. I realize how liberating it is to not really care whether or not the freeway is packed with traffic.
Also, gas is now $4.20 a gallon in my area. I usually don't really pay attention, since I buy three gallons at a time which gets me to work for a week and a half. I've gone through a tankful in the van. I felt that in my wallet.
I'm anxiously awaiting a text from my wife to tell me that the painters are finished and that we can get back to normal tonight. I anxiously await the return of my sanity.
