So what do you think of the new joint? I’d been trying to get a background picture to work in the banner of my old template from the outset, but it just wasn’t having it. What you see above isn’t even the crop that I was going for, but it’ll work for now. All in all, I think it looks more mature.
Sorry about the commenting snafu yesterday. The settings on my work computer weren’t allowing me to delete a comment that had used my last name (that’s a no-no), so I just had to hide them until I could get home to fix it. The offending comment was really a bit off-color anyway given the gravity of the post. Better luck next time, hightower.
In other news, today is my grand experiment. I took the bus to work. And my bike. I had to get up about an hour earlier than usual because the last a.m. trip on the 102X Farragut Express leaves downtown at 6:45. It’s a two-mile ride from our apartment to the transfer station, so I had to leave at 6:30. I looked like an idiot (more so than usual, I mean) trying to figure out the bike rack on the front of the bus. Both the driver and a man on the sidewalk were gesturing and throwing partial directions my way, until I figured out that the arm that holds the bike in place telescopes into position. Of course! My bike (hopefully) secured to the front of the natural gas-powered bus, I greeted the driver with a sheepish "Can you tell it’s my first time?" He was very friendly and helped me figure out where to insert my $1.25 fare. Turns out the quarter goes in the coin slot and the dollar bill goes in the dollar bill slot! And they gave me a college degree! It was dark; what do you want from me?
I was the only one on the bus and must have been an oddity at that for this particular route because the driver immediately pulled away. He was a friendly guy who had previously driven a big-rig for twenty years, so this bus thing was like handling a sports car for him. That said, and despite my urging, he wouldn’t detour to an empty parking lot to spin some donuts for me. Damn joyless civil servants. After a twenty-five minute ride up the interstate, we pulled into the Farragut Park and Ride, where the boarding passengers were surprised to see anyone getting off the bus. In fact, the driver had to ask them to let me off before they all got on. I had an easier time getting the bike off the rack than I had getting it on.
From there, I had about three or four miles to get to work. Luckily the traffic was very light this early, but I still opted to take a short greenway that runs between the interstate and a mega-retail development, the better to stay away from the cars. I pulled into the parking lot at work over an hour before my 8:30 official start time. I had unfortunately picked up some mud in my tires taking a shortcut and so spent the next fifteen minutes trying to work it out of the treads. There’s no bike rack outside the building, so I wanted to at least get the chunks off before wheeling it through the marble lobby and down the pristine hallways to my office.
With two nasty red marks on my forehead from my helmet (I wonder if they’ve gone away by now?) and a dirty bike at my side, I felt pretty conspicuous heading through the building. I’m glad it was early and few people were around. After wiping off some of the mud, I stowed my two-wheeled steed beneath my desk, changed shoes and took on the day. Actually, I turned on the computer and typed this post, which has already taken me well past 8:30, which means I’m getting paid right now! Yay. Now I look forward to the dumbfounded look I’m going to get from the first person who notices either my bike under the desk or the scarlett helmet tatoo on my forehead. These are not bike-riding folks here. Speaking of, where’s ICW? Speak of the devil, she’s here, and only 12 minutes late. And…dumbfounded look number one is in the bag, and she’s already telling me stories. More on that later, I’m sure.