My Friday morning was hectic. I’m working on bidding and selling a huge job, it’ll be the biggest of my career if I land it – and I’m heading out to a kickoff meeting for another giant next Wednesday.
My wife and I decided to squeeze our ride in at noon because, thankfully, lunchtime is still quite sacred. One minute after 1 pm my phone blew up, figuratively, while we were hanging out at the shop.
I rode home as fast as I could… Put it this way, my wife was struggling a little so our first 20 miles were done at 17 mph. By the time I rolled into the driveway just five miles later, the average was up to 18.
I had to head out, all the way over to the west side of the State to pick up some material for a job I’m doing down in Ann Arbor. Not quite sniffing water “west” but close. Then I had to drop it off at one of my guy’s house in Lansing…. before getting stuck in a traffic jam on the way home. Take away my hour and a half bike ride and I put in a fifteen hour day yesterday – and it wasn’t one of those fun fifteen hour days. It was a Monday. Just on a Friday.
As I was sitting in that traffic jam, I started looking for alternate routes around it. It just so happens I was just outside of one of the towns we ride to once or twice a month. I knew exactly how to get back. The people trying to avoid the traffic jam stuck to the two easy routes around the backup while I enjoyed quiet country roads, almost devoid of traffic, all the way home. Because I ride a bike.
A ride makes a day better almost every time. Sometimes the bike ride is the only thing that goes right in a day, but this was the first time a bike ride salvaged a messed up day.
I spent the last half hour of my trip home contemplating how lucky and grateful I was for my family, friends and cycling. How about that.