Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The joys of bicycling

Nothing like a ride on public transit in the morning rush hour to make me love my bike all over again.

First of all, I've got to leave before I normally get up, then there is the far to liberally applied scents on al the women, morning breath, left over smoker's stink, leaking headphone music, shouted cell phone conversations, coughing, wheezing, sneezing, sweating and then there are the pick-pockets, the strange leering men, plus the crowds and the hot airless cars.

Give me my bike any day of the week.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yeah, crowded public transit during rush is definitely something I don't miss from Paris either :D