October 7 Morning Commute

There's the sun hitting the top of Monte Sol after I arrived at work this morning.  I'm afraid it will be three straight days of commuting and nothing else for this week of the challenge, and then I'm off to visit my daughter at College of the Atlantic in Maine.

It was forty degrees out when I left for work, and it was still forty when I arrived.  A lovely morning, with the sky fading from peach to lemon - it was a dessert desert sky.

One thing I realized I love about this city is that you can hear roosters crowing throughout it, even when you get up on Camino Lejo near the two-to-three million dollar homes.  The roosters crowing as the sun moves toward dawn anchors everything in a way.

I keep wondering if I will live long enough to see bicycling become the preferred mode of transportation in North America.  To me, particularly in a city that is this small, with low humidity, and fairly tolerable temperatures year round, (we might have a week of single digit temperatures in the middle of winter, and even that seems fairly tolerable when you're biking uphill), it seems like a no-brainer to ride a bicycle rather than sit your ass down in a car and push on the gas pedal and twitch the steering wheel.  I know some people come into town from outside of town, and some people are in some way handicapped and would not be able to ride, but I view the vast number of drivers with quite a degree of puzzlement.  They are throwing away their health, the health of the planet, and enriching the oil companies.  Who would willfully do that?