tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27120418480123934072024-03-14T08:42:57.441-04:00Big Orange BikeAdventures with a baby and a bike and some breakfastMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-20690896373042196382013-03-15T13:38:00.003-04:002013-03-15T13:39:06.747-04:00Biking with a BumpHey, how about that for radio silence?<br />
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Here's a picture of Alex going grocery shopping on the Mundo to make up for it:<br />
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Yes, I had to cut down on the posting. Sadly it's a reflection of the fact that, starting in October, I had to cut down on the biking as well. You see, in astonishing conformity to our plans, my husband and I actually conceived a second child on exactly the schedule we'd hoped for--one due to arrive just a few months after the third birthday of our son, Alex. Given how mutable--and risible!--plans usually are in our house, I don't know how we managed to do it.(1)<br />
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The element that we only half-incorporated into our plans was that this pregnancy would be just as physically challenging for me as the last one. I had such a difficult time eating and retaining food that I lost weight two months in a row. I was so tired I could barely do my job. The bulk of my household chores now belong my long-suffering husband.<br />
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Given my nausea, exhaustion and overall malaise, biking was out of the question for me the first three months of pregnancy. After the first trimester ended and I moved into what is called the "golden period" of pregnancy--the second trimester, when supposedly the early side effects go away but the fetus is not yet large enough to put a huge physical toll on your body--I found my condition improved... marginally. I attempted a couple of too-ambitious bike rides with Alex that left me ill for up to a week afterwards as I wasn't able to eat enough food to replace the calories I burned by biking.<br />
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Now, at the end of my second trimester, I have finally reached that happy plateau that most other pregnant women get to around week 14. I can go on short, easy bike rides with Alex one or two days a week without worrying that I'll pay a price for days afterwards. With Washington DC poised to enter its glorious spring season, I'm ready to get out of the house and explore the city again with my favorite passenger.<br />
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Some people ask about biking while pregnant, and I guess this is what I'd say:<br />
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There's nothing inherent in pregnancy that means you can't ride a bike. But every woman is different and every pregnancy is different. While I don't think we should discourage pregnant women from riding bikes, I also don't think it's right to push women to ride bikes while pregnant if--for <i>whatever</i> reason--they aren't comfortable doing so. I've heard stories of women biking themselves to their birth centers in labor; I've heard stories of women quitting at six months of pregnancy because of diminished lung capacity or the discomfort of their knees knocking into their bellies. And of course, there are women like me. Whatever our commitment to biking prior to pregnancy, some of us end up with the short end of the gestational stick and find even the littlest physical effort of bicycling too much on top of everything else that's happening to our bodies. And that's fine. I can't say it enough: every woman is different. Every pregnancy is different.<br />
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1. Well, yes, I do know. But I'm not sharing it with you. ;-)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-30428638231248185862012-10-11T11:03:00.000-04:002012-10-11T11:03:01.680-04:00It's good to have optionsOn a day when...<br />
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<li>I fell asleep in front of a work training video at 9pm last night and stayed in bed for an extra hour this morning out of dread of an upcoming landlord fight, </li>
<li>Alex camped out in front of the bedroom door at 5:30am, AND</li>
<li>the dog is suffering from a slight intestinal complaint that makes it inadvisable to leave him alone for a day in our carpeted apartment...</li>
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it's really nice to have a car. Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-6790474995043620982012-10-10T10:38:00.000-04:002012-10-10T10:40:26.380-04:00Dangerous!<div style="font-family: inherit;">
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Today I got into my first ever baby-biking argument with a
driver. While I waited with Alex at a light—perfectly positioned behind the
crosswalk, in the center of the lane, paying attention to the light—a driver
stopped her car in the middle of a left turn in order to tell me that I
shouldn’t be biking with Alex on the street:</div>
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Her: “You better take care of that baby.”</div>
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Me [after checking bike-seat straps, helmet, blanket]: “…?”</div>
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Her: “You ought to be riding on the sidewalk. It’s not safe
for that baby in the street.”</div>
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Me: “Actually, it is safer in the street. They’ve studied it
and…”</div>
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Her: “NO. It is NOT SAFE to ride a bike in the street. Where
are your mirrors, huh? You want to ride in the street, but you don’t even have
any mirrors on your bike.”</div>
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Me: “LOLWUT? Ma’am, when was the last time you rode a bike
in the street?”</div>
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Her: [yells something unintelligible, drives away]</div>
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So yeah. This is the first accusation of irresponsibility
I’ve received while actually on the bike, and it definitely has a different
flavor than the usual passive-aggressive comments I hear in social settings:
“You actually ride your bike on the street with your baby? That’s very… brave.
It’s fine for you (I guess), but I just wouldn’t feel comfortable risking my
child’s safety that way.”</div>
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Clearly I need some snappier comebacks in the future. And let’s
be honest: this middle-aged, motherly-looking woman was exactly the sort of
person from whom I’m used to receiving <a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/hello-stranger-on-the-street-could-you-please-tell-me-how-to-take-care-of-my-baby" target="_blank">unsolicited advice on all aspects of childrearing</a>, so she probably would have found
something to criticize regardless of the circumstances in which we met.</div>
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Ultimately, however, I have so many more positive
interactions with other road users than negative ones. Just this morning, the
following things happened: </div>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">I unexpectedly encountered a <a href="http://kidicalmassdc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kidical Mass</a>
mom—sans adorable baby daughter—and had a nice red-light chat with her about
the next Kidical Mass ride and optimal routes for biking to the National Zoo.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">While I waited to turn left on green at that
very same light, an oncoming driver yielded his right-of-way to me so I could
turn. (I know that some bike advocates hate when drivers do this. I think it’s
sweet and take drivers up on their offers every time.)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">The driver of a huge handicap shuttle van
grinned and gave me a thumbs-up as he slowly, carefully, respectfully passed
our bike while we cranked up the final hill to Alex’s daycare. </span></li>
</ul>
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I’ve been incredibly lucky so far to get as few negative
comments as I do. I attribute that partly to my conservative/assertive riding
style, and partly to the fact that I ride a massive cargo bike that clearly communicates
that I take biking with my son very seriously indeed. </div>
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Still, my hat is off to other biking parents who get these
sort of comments on a much more frequent basis. While most of us (I hope) would
agree that the positive interactions outnumber the negative ones, it can be
awfully hard to remember that sometimes.</div>
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-44020456993864114182012-08-09T16:31:00.000-04:002012-08-09T16:31:52.474-04:00Shoes: a confession<div style="font-family: inherit;">
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I’ve started wearing cycle shoes on the daily commute. I know, I
know, <i>cycle-specific clothing</i>: the horror! The elitism! The automatic
disqualification from the Cycle Chic Club! </span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssHA2AsTz3gZ-wOLmdvo8MVzMiZtUXrRZhOX2ZBUL2uRTKh5Uv_bgA85HPQvpYHz7ETN90t3IYhNMCYB-X-vVWEkTlhbPzzgQoawcgXbw5KbFpS7FHgqokMAe_hwW_Arzm1fUJlDtJDM/s1600/IMG_1325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssHA2AsTz3gZ-wOLmdvo8MVzMiZtUXrRZhOX2ZBUL2uRTKh5Uv_bgA85HPQvpYHz7ETN90t3IYhNMCYB-X-vVWEkTlhbPzzgQoawcgXbw5KbFpS7FHgqokMAe_hwW_Arzm1fUJlDtJDM/s320/IMG_1325.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cycle shoes and professional slacks: does not compute? </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
didn’t want to enjoy wearing cycle shoes. But after a few months of commuting
and general hauling on the <a href="http://yubaride.com/" target="_blank">Yuba</a>, my right leg, which I habitually use to start
off my first pedal stroke, developed a sore knee that wouldn’t go away and a
hamstring so tight that no remedy would loosen it. I tried
everything—stretching, ibuprofen, changing my cadence up and down, switching
out the leg I used to start pedaling from a standstill. Nothing helped. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Finally,
in desperation, I dug out the Shimano SPD shoes I’d bought years ago in a brief
flirtation with with Serious Cycling™. The bolt-in cleats and matching pedals
had long been given away after I discovered that they hurt more than they
helped, but I kept the shoes for those rare occasions when I felt the need for
a little more pedaling efficiency (even if the gain was mostly psychosomatic).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Thankfully,
this pair of cycle shoes was designed for on- and off-bike wear (they might
have been marketed as “touring” shoes back in the day?) and they looked more
like a pair of trail running shoes than <a href="http://bikesnobnyc.blogspot.com/2012/04/saving-your-hide-gran-fondos-and-grand.html" target="_blank">yak leather Fred Flippers</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The
difference became apparent after just a few days’ riding, and it was amazing. The
pain and tightness went away almost entirely. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Though
I was delighted that the pain had gone away, I felt disappointed and even a
little worried that the solution had been to use what I consider “specialized
bike clothing”. Do SPD shoes undermine the “ordinary person on a bike” image I aim
to project in my everyday riding? Would a stranger looking at me think he or
she had to buy special shoes to ride a bike? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">On the
other hand, sacrificing comfort and utility to conform to an ideology—any of
the many that members of the cycling community subscribe to—is just silly. Grand
Unified Theories of how to dress are valuable only so long as they offer more
freedom, not more constraints. </span></div>
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maybe I should take my clothing choices a little less seriously, too. After
all, someone who owns a massive orange cargo bike with color-matched milk
crates has already jumped the shark on “specialized biking equipment”, don’t
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Buses are vital for families across the region but riding with a young child can be challenging. Families can make the ride better for both parents and kids with a little planning. And WMATA could help accommodate families with a more flexible stroller policy, by making the bus easier to board, and providing more real-time arrival information.<br />
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Living in the outskirts of Wheaton without a car and with a premature
newborn son, I got used to the bus system very quickly. Like a lot of
families in the region, our family rode the bus daily to get to the
Metro for work, to buy groceries, and to visit doctors or friends. Even after we moved back to the District and got a car, we found
that local buses continued to be a convenient, cheap, and even fun way
for our family to get around the greater Washington area.
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<b>Riding the bus has many advantages</b>
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If you asked our son, he'd probably say that riding the bus is
the best way to get around. He is now over 2 years old and has
sufficient verbal skills to express just how much he likes riding the
bus, or, as he would say, "Bus. Bus! BUUUUSSSSS!"
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I agree with him because the bus is a better option than driving
or Metrorail for some of our regular trips. There's a Metrobus stop
right at the entrance of our apartment complex that takes us close to
some of our favorite destinations, avoiding both Metrorail's "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_mile_%28transportation%29" target="_blank">last mile</a>" challenge and the hassle of parking.
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And, since I'm not driving, I'm free to enjoy my family's company
on the trip. Our son likes the bus because he doesn't have to be
strapped in a car seat as he does in the car, and there's more to see
out the windows than on underground trains.
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Not to say that riding the bus is entirely wonderful. We're all familiar
with the horror stories from both sides of the kids-on-transit issue,
including those of children who behave badly or scream for the entire
trip and of seemingly oblivious parents. But there are also stories of
passengers who fail to accommodate parents and children or who react
with obvious disapproval when a child exhibits perfectly normal
behavior.
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However, it's important to remember that at least some of these horror stories can be prevented or mitigated.<br />
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<b>Tips for riding the bus with a young child</b>
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As our son grew, we developed different strategies for bringing
him on the bus with us. These tips may not work for everyone, but they
certainly helped my family:
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<li><b>Newborn:</b> When our son was a premature newborn
and we were taking lots of multimodal trips (mostly buses and cabs) to
visit specialists, we relied on a snap-in frame with an infant car seat
that had a special insert for very small babies. Generous fellow
passengers frequently helped me carry this rig (dismantled, of course)
onto the bus.
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<li><b>Infant:</b> When our son was about 3-months old, I
switched to a sling or harness to carry him on the bus. This was both
faster and easier than constantly collapsing and reassembling a
stroller. It also kept him shielded from potentially germy strangers.
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<li><b>Toddler:</b> Once our child was able to sit up
straight and stand on his own as a toddler, I used a folding umbrella
stroller for our bus rides. This has been a great tool for both local
and inter-city bus trips because it collapses easily and is quite
compact when folded (though it's still too long to fit under the
sideways seats on Metrobuses and trains).</li>
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I hope these tips can help encourage parents living in the city with
their children to consider including local buses among their
transportation options.
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<b>A few policies or technologies can help as well</b>
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One of the worst bus trips I ever had with my son was a stressful
crosstown trip to the hospital during his nap time. He wasn't happy
that I had to wake him every 20 minutes to get him in and out of his
stroller for transfers. If I could have let him sleep for the entire
trip, he'd have been happier, I'd have been happier, and all of our
fellow bus passengers would have been happier.
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This experience taught me how helpful it would be if we could <b><a href="http://greatergreaterwashington.org/post/9195/allow-unfolded-umbrella-strollers-on-metrobus/">bring unfolded umbrella strollers on Metrobuses</a></b>.
Believe me, I would have been thrilled to stand through our entire
hour-and-a-half trip if it meant that my son could have had his
much-needed afternoon nap. There are plenty of times when my son and I
can sit in a 2-person bench like adult passengers, but it would improve
Metrobus' accessibility to families if their policies made some
accommodation for times when that's not feasible.
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Another feature that would benefit bus-riding families is <b>automatic kneeling</b>.
Bus drivers don't always notice that I have a child with me, or if they
do, they don't always seem to realize what a big step up the bus is for
a little child and a woman carrying 20 pounds of gear. It would be
helpful for parents and other similarly burdened passengers to be able
to count on having the bus lowered to curb level.
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I'm lucky that I can use my phone to check <a href="http://www.nextbus.com/predictor/stopSelector.jsp?a=wmata" target="_blank">WMATA's NextBus website</a> to find the <b>real-time bus information</b>
for our most commonly used stops and routes. If I didn't have that
resource, however, taking the bus with a small child would be an
immensely frustrating experience. While some children are perfectly
happy to sit for 20 minutes or more at a bus stop surrounded by all
kinds of intriguing trash and a wide-open street just begging to be
played in, my son is not one of them.
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Being able to check NextBus on my phone and time our arrival at
the stop just in time to fold up the stroller and board the bus has been
an absolute godsend. If instead I had to wait for at a bus stop with my
son without knowing when the next bus was actually arriving, I would
probably avoid taking the bus altogether.
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WMATA has been talking about adding real-time arrival signs to
more bus stops so everyone can have access to this information. The
sooner they can move the program forward as quickly and comprehensively
as possible, the better
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Even with all the ups and downs of riding the bus, I've found that it
can be a source of wonderful time spent with my son. We recently
visited friends in Brooklyn whose son is close in age to our own. The
sight of 2 little boys happily plopping themselves into seats on the bus
after a full morning of adventure is one of my favorite memories of
that trip.
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So make your own memories and happy riding!
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<i>Cross-posted at <a href="http://greatergreaterwashington.org/" target="_blank">Greater Greater Washington</a>.</i>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-61961532596511294152012-04-04T07:38:00.010-04:002012-04-05T13:56:28.101-04:00April 4 & 5: Things they don't mention in Womens' Biking Forums<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42Ux_y3h74tzZLebhilX93SjuJOmvqDOFIEQ3dhynAEwfKvKSlo5Qpgcq2pHpr5Ujo68oT6y2eTsMFVPKhqCMYDWcX2x5SbQR6w1wZAG39tny8-VMkZ8EJTGpiuEk8EsJI3vMOMeTQPI/s1600/120404-175246.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42Ux_y3h74tzZLebhilX93SjuJOmvqDOFIEQ3dhynAEwfKvKSlo5Qpgcq2pHpr5Ujo68oT6y2eTsMFVPKhqCMYDWcX2x5SbQR6w1wZAG39tny8-VMkZ8EJTGpiuEk8EsJI3vMOMeTQPI/s320/120404-175246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5727937912969813810" border="0" /></a><br />See that plastic duck? Alex has four of them. He got them as a <a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/KidicalMassDC/status/182831041063563264">birthday</a> present over the weekend. He loves them, and everywhere he goes, they have to go with him. All four of them. You could get a lot of entertainment out of watching me attempt to descend four flights of steps with Alex, a laptop bag, my purse, an Elmo backpack, AND four plastic ducks every morning. Oh, and I'm carrying Alex too, as he can't do steps in his boots.<br /><br />But before we even get to that point, we have to make it out the apartment's front door. On most work days, walking out the door with Alex is the single hardest thing I have to do all day. Half the time it involves carrying him, literally kicking and screaming, away from my husband, the dog, the cat, his toys, or whatever book he's suddenly decided he HAS to read. Another quarter of the time, there's a last-minute replacement of some soiled clothing item (fellow parents, YOU know what I mean) that adds more expensive minutes to our morning routine.<br /><br />All this is to say that, for me as a "cycling woman" (whatever that means), one of the primary obstacles to riding my bike for transport isn't fear of cars, concerns about helmet hair, reluctance to break a sweat, or lack of experience: it's time.<br /><br />When I use the car to drop Alex off at daycare and go to work, it's forty-five minutes for the full one-way trip. When I bike to daycare and take Metro to work, it's an hour and a half. And if I'm having one of those ambitious days where I decide to bike the full 8.5 mile trip to work? My commute starts nudging toward the two-hour mark. That's one way.<br /><br />Now, obviously I love bike commuting. It helps me focus at work, it saves money and repairs on our ancient gas-guzzler, and with Alex along it's just crazy stupid fun. I think it even makes the drivers who share the road with us a little happier, seeing a mom and her kid on their big orange bike, having the time of their lives picking curbside dandelions and meowing at imaginary cats.<br /><br />But I can't escape the fact that choosing the bike over the car sucks an extra 1.5 hours out of my day. As hard as I try to set a morning routine that lets us leave early enough, there are so many days when the routine goes to hell and it feels like a full day's labor just to get out the door with Alex fully clothed (even counting matched socks as optional). Every single week, I have one or two days when I have to change my transportation mode from bike to car when it becomes clear that doing otherwise would make me unacceptably late for work. And every time that happens, I feel like I've failed.<br /><br />Then I go to forum after forum and listen to people asking questions about why more women aren't out on bikes, and I hear all the answers about clothing and hair and infrastructure and fear and clueless bike shops... and I think about how those would have been my answers, too, five years ago. But these days it mostly comes down to time.<br /><br />Elly Blue and Marla Streb are my heroes when it comes to advocating for women's cycling: Elly because she crunched the numbers in <a href="http://grist.org/biking/2011-06-20-bicyclings-gender-gap-its-the-economy-stupid/">a seminal article in Grist Magazine</a> to point out that there are lots of reasons women stay off bikes besides "It's scary and I won't look as pretty!!1!"; <a href="http://www.marlastreb.com/">Marla</a>, because she (alone) spoke up for mothers at the recent <a href="http://www.peoplepoweredmovement.org/site/index.php/site/blog/3976/">National Women's Cycling Forum</a>, quotably proclaiming that the fact that "Kids are an equipment sport" is an additional challenge for women who bike.<br /><br />I think the bike advocacy community needs to ask itself what their newly-recruited cycling women are supposed to do in five or so years, when they start becoming mothers.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a.m. temperature</span>: (April 4) 55<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a.m. temperature</span>: (April 5) 48<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex wore (both days):</span> Bogs boots, light cotton pants, short-sleeve shirt, heavy cotton sweater (so Nordic! So tweedy!), winter helmet. For the trip home, we left off the sweater and switched the boots to his regular shoes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothing notes:</span> PERFECT on 4/4. Seriously, a home run clothing-wise, both trips. A little underdressed on 4/5: Coldhands struck again, and I had to spend most of my ride warming his fingers up with my spare hand. Didn't know it was THAT cold when I was choosing his clothes! Maybe there are tiny, thin gloves somewhere that will keep his hands warm and let him ding the bike bells.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-90431472931163421212012-03-27T22:19:00.003-04:002012-03-27T22:25:45.696-04:00March 27: Choices and Consequences (toddler edition)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKtQgK_obxJKLD1lXTKv507ZCU8UdUfDE3qI89PPRN2MpjGLkwh9oM-4hR_7zi7RT6Kn2XUAKGN3L28-8aZdW0fAs3uLb5h_PytoGLYidn5aTKecuOtelts3bMesqDG-JH_R1E6wIm34/s1600/IMG_1167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaKtQgK_obxJKLD1lXTKv507ZCU8UdUfDE3qI89PPRN2MpjGLkwh9oM-4hR_7zi7RT6Kn2XUAKGN3L28-8aZdW0fAs3uLb5h_PytoGLYidn5aTKecuOtelts3bMesqDG-JH_R1E6wIm34/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724767521220095474" border="0" /></a><br /><style><!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:"MS 明朝"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:128; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:fixed; mso-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"MS 明朝"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page WordSection1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.WordSection1 {page:WordSection1</style>Don’t be deceived by this balmy image of our ride home. The weather finally took a swing back to normal today, skipping from June temperatures through May and April and into a typical early March. After the relative ease of dressing for bike rides the last few weeks, when I was giving more thought to whether I’d be cool enough than whether Alex would be warm enough, today was an unpleasant shock.<br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Alex is back on his mitten strike (after one glorious week when he couldn’t stand NOT to wear his mittens) and was also anti-blankie for the first third of the ride, so he really suffered. His hands were red and icy to the touch when he finally gave in and accepted having a blanket tucked around his legs and hands.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">These days, the challenge of dressing Alex for cold bike rides comes from the conflict between two major cognitive milestones: the need for bodily autonomy versus a growing understanding of logical consequences. On the one hand, he’s coming to appreciate the virtues of, say, wearing sunglasses on a bright day to keep sunlight out of his eyes. On the other hand, he resists wearing anything that he hasn’t chosen himself because he’s so desperate to be in charge of his own body and everything that happens to it.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thus we end up in situations like this morning’s, where I have to let him suffer the consequences of his choices until he finally gives in. He never actually admitted to being cold, but his stony, glum manner today was a marked contrast to his excited chatter on warmer bike rides.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I arrived at daycare with a red-cheeked and snotty kid:</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRTGFy_J97OjhdC0hLJ7Y9pAZyOjUmd6Ed2XDTi5lqNp5zTt8JdyoNOdUIYW6S2_Wf0_2WMmU9nykSlugSoj2CE4B9_2hkAzUJEeU5noQIeyTeznORNS5syvTEF94UAlAWD87k8UWeL0/s1600/IMG_1164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlRTGFy_J97OjhdC0hLJ7Y9pAZyOjUmd6Ed2XDTi5lqNp5zTt8JdyoNOdUIYW6S2_Wf0_2WMmU9nykSlugSoj2CE4B9_2hkAzUJEeU5noQIeyTeznORNS5syvTEF94UAlAWD87k8UWeL0/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724767649195413042" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">On the plus side, it was much warmer on the way home. We exercised one of the privileges of family cycling and made frequent stops to pick dandelion seed heads on the roadside. Brookland’s sidewalks and tree boxes are now safe from the fluffy menace!<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">High</span>: 56 <span style="font-weight: bold;">Low</span>: 34</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alex wore:</span> Bogs boots, flannel overalls, long-sleeve shirt, puffy coat, cashmere scarf, winter helmet. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothing notes:</span> NOTE ABSENCE OF MITTENS. Little dude definitely should have been wearing mittens, and probably another layer on his top half as well. Hands were icy, legs were just a little cool after 45 minutes of biking.</p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-27675457962503743942012-03-19T22:01:00.007-04:002012-03-27T22:13:42.606-04:00Utilitaire Omnibus Wrap-up PostWow, that went fast. Well, Internet, we did not successfully complete the full Utilitaire challenge. I'm going to produce my Baby-issued Get Out of Jail Free card and say, "Hey, it's really hard to control your time when you're part of a two-career household with a child to care for." Even more so when you're moving house, helping to manage your nonprofit's annual Lobby Day, and picking up domestic slack for a spouse who's putting in some pretty serious overtime.<br /><br />It eventually became clear that we weren't going to complete the Utilitaire challenge to spec. So instead, I decided to let the challenge inspire me to add some truly wacky utilitarian rides to our list just for the heck of it. In addition to lots and lots and lots of daycare/work commutes, we completed the following "utilitarian" rides:<br /><br />We visited a museum!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilYsqhbQQWCLJtzj-K8vvSKZX0_7hJn7U_dtrNxMZaXPnK7gHELrdY1jpcdfm59RVx1HyH1mYwcvOVwTT7LIaNLmTDNduFwqG8o1LNDqKckoDaJ97BUhkJO3xuhJboebA_qD69817t6c/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilYsqhbQQWCLJtzj-K8vvSKZX0_7hJn7U_dtrNxMZaXPnK7gHELrdY1jpcdfm59RVx1HyH1mYwcvOVwTT7LIaNLmTDNduFwqG8o1LNDqKckoDaJ97BUhkJO3xuhJboebA_qD69817t6c/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721793997955904306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">His favorite thing to see is the gigantic stuffed "eppedent" in the rotunda<br /></span></div><br />We (meaning I) completed some of our apartment move by bike!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf4Q-pR5pE6VLcRs8hFv0msRo8XzlGry_OJHdfPYtV4vJD50TJGDcyQweY9dgOhuv2vc2ZOz8-gTKFc8vWWtIpG7qMGp3zMylf_Gu-Nlg3B0HGjRRTMekKGFGNBBT0THpmX0EHB2saxU/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf4Q-pR5pE6VLcRs8hFv0msRo8XzlGry_OJHdfPYtV4vJD50TJGDcyQweY9dgOhuv2vc2ZOz8-gTKFc8vWWtIpG7qMGp3zMylf_Gu-Nlg3B0HGjRRTMekKGFGNBBT0THpmX0EHB2saxU/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721794239736744338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Portland eat your heart out<br /></span></div><br />We took our moving boxes (and other recycling) to the Transfer Station!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxNlhuWRqwqmum5suf5-nGlSzQkN-pF38rTHebNWrXspctrGWxROPh8OySB_HFHwebrLnS9xvzgGQnLvQ5aaNMVilV5ZGoALJOvka6bm0lLAgwCljVrt3ARbv4yAr3qrd92lKhtJzaWo/s1600/IMG_1111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTxNlhuWRqwqmum5suf5-nGlSzQkN-pF38rTHebNWrXspctrGWxROPh8OySB_HFHwebrLnS9xvzgGQnLvQ5aaNMVilV5ZGoALJOvka6bm0lLAgwCljVrt3ARbv4yAr3qrd92lKhtJzaWo/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721794469450997218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">IKEA bags: what can't they do?<br /></span></div><br />We attended a "community meeting" (in the form of <a href="http://kidicalmassdc.blogspot.com/2012/03/cherry-blossoms-anyone.html">a group bike ride</a> that I organized) with other bikey parents and kids.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9SNX0kC355jFVIoqD_uzluEno1P9yQzHjJYH23-LKKrhafVwG4x2EyuG649fSBRrg_A2369TiJpSvzrEWlNWupFkH2yQ_aIKusd-mv_Iio1iIzq2QWv_VMGQ-hdDYO5oH2swFVPgJXA/s1600/IMG_1120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE9SNX0kC355jFVIoqD_uzluEno1P9yQzHjJYH23-LKKrhafVwG4x2EyuG649fSBRrg_A2369TiJpSvzrEWlNWupFkH2yQ_aIKusd-mv_Iio1iIzq2QWv_VMGQ-hdDYO5oH2swFVPgJXA/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721794780282402242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">More fun than you can shake a pedal wrench at<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgilYsqhbQQWCLJtzj-K8vvSKZX0_7hJn7U_dtrNxMZaXPnK7gHELrdY1jpcdfm59RVx1HyH1mYwcvOVwTT7LIaNLmTDNduFwqG8o1LNDqKckoDaJ97BUhkJO3xuhJboebA_qD69817t6c/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG">So even though</a></span> we didn't meet the Utilitaire challenge, we had lots of fun trying.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKYTg_VK-Lxq76yX8IsSdH8OwZn_daNv0xxhXRAE8yWVyjnt5RDSWomdUJJRuUamrS771Lv2ziT9enAuiIOCdXZyU_wZRuGDc89UXiBL_iZXt-oaLR-H86pTs_NKq_bm0IEqVUIOaCv0/s1600/IMG_1102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifKYTg_VK-Lxq76yX8IsSdH8OwZn_daNv0xxhXRAE8yWVyjnt5RDSWomdUJJRuUamrS771Lv2ziT9enAuiIOCdXZyU_wZRuGDc89UXiBL_iZXt-oaLR-H86pTs_NKq_bm0IEqVUIOaCv0/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721793782566415234" border="0" /></a><br />Many thanks to <a href="http://chasingmailboxes.wordpress.com/">Chasing Mailboxes</a> for setting up the Utilitaire challenge, and congratulations to everyone who <a href="http://chasingmailboxes.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/utilitaire-12-final-day/">succeeded</a>!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-31322344371730326782012-02-17T12:28:00.000-05:002012-02-17T12:33:30.717-05:00Return of the B.O.B.!That's right, the bike is back! It turns out that the true culprit in the flat tire may have been a crooked wire no thicker than a staple. The staff told me that the cut—which could have been made glass, though I still suspect a knife—didn’t go all the way through the tire. So we trundled down to <a href="http://bicyclespacewdc.com/">BicycleSPACE</a> in the stroller, paid for the new tube, and biked back home with the stroller bungeed to the back of the bike.<p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBmbFN30ialS2qC5IX3Akszrdoa188ztsat8XmeZ8SGpGI00SNwAqeIU7QIsqJIYEAfCdgAX1m7_o1-6epZy6AvvzHUcEeIO9wZabw-igibntkMhIbTdkDAbyXuiBiuX2Fccxk9wn2No/s1600/IMG_1094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBmbFN30ialS2qC5IX3Akszrdoa188ztsat8XmeZ8SGpGI00SNwAqeIU7QIsqJIYEAfCdgAX1m7_o1-6epZy6AvvzHUcEeIO9wZabw-igibntkMhIbTdkDAbyXuiBiuX2Fccxk9wn2No/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710158531048756162" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Have I mentioned that I love this bike? Folding up our ginormous jogging stroller and attaching it to the rack was predictably awkward, but having that big thing strapped to the back of the bike didn’t make any difference at all to how the bike handled.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqOyy8Fi87YXmptBJR-SHiaOUSoP9OelhB_nZ8OM1aQhPtFjm_fvthJY2rqXeh-BhVlqGXgRRDyyyiLGGO9ViqKFjYlWvOHLJVgj9xp_Q63diOVe0K-V1HjXsw9W3grPVCt1Nb-YSAgY/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbqOyy8Fi87YXmptBJR-SHiaOUSoP9OelhB_nZ8OM1aQhPtFjm_fvthJY2rqXeh-BhVlqGXgRRDyyyiLGGO9ViqKFjYlWvOHLJVgj9xp_Q63diOVe0K-V1HjXsw9W3grPVCt1Nb-YSAgY/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710158648273256706" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Even though this wasn't a round trip and won't be an official Utilitaire-qualifying ride, I'm still putting it on my personal list for the sheer awesome factor. And I made it an honorary #TransportationTurducken.<br /></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-45994633373481263712012-02-17T12:21:00.000-05:002012-02-17T12:28:46.206-05:00February 15: Underdressed BabyI underdressed Alex today. The temperature was in the 40’s when we left this morning, but we had a strong 15 – 20 mph headwind for the whole trip. At one point early in the trip I cupped my hand around his cheek to keep the wind off his face, and he insisted on keeping it there for the rest of the trip. Even his new <a href="http://www.bogsfootwear.com/shop/index.html">Bogs</a> boots – so highly recommended by <a href="http://mamafiets.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-cycling-with-kids-how-we-stay.html">other cycling parents</a> – were no match for the wind. I should have either put on his long underwear, tucked a blanket around his legs, or braved the snowsuit again.<br /><br />We hit the jackpot on the ride home. The weather warmed up so that I wasn’t running another risk of giving my poor kid hypothermia. Then, as we rolled past the fenced-in meadow at which I say every day to Alex, “Deer? Deer? Ohh, no deer,” we finally saw deer—a whole herd of them! I slammed on the brakes and we parked at the side of the road, watching the deer graze as car after car rolled past. Sudden stops for little wonders. Yet another reason to love biking with your kid.<br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHgvIwXfsg7HCkDxbOiDs07l81wZHSNFjLv3E5Lju15lR3gL0801Q7bUNPhoQroE9TcJxkScx18T8hvXFKpyfqGZ9YlZ7k67rIn-hgm19aRq_EPJes7kpeOZATwJnQij4CNJWFKUNdqo/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRHgvIwXfsg7HCkDxbOiDs07l81wZHSNFjLv3E5Lju15lR3gL0801Q7bUNPhoQroE9TcJxkScx18T8hvXFKpyfqGZ9YlZ7k67rIn-hgm19aRq_EPJes7kpeOZATwJnQij4CNJWFKUNdqo/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710157576205905634" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Date:</span> 2/15/2012</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Destination(s):</span> Daycare, West Hyattsville Metro Station</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Total Mileage:</span> 10.66 mi</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Morning Temperature:</span> 40<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="font-family:"Lucida Grande";mso-bidi-Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;font-family:";color:black;" >°</span></b><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;color:black;" >F, 15 mph winds made it feel like 35 or less<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothing Notes:</span> Baby A wore his mittens today! Unfortunately, they weren’t enough to make up for his chilly legs in thin knitted pants. Should have thrown a blanket or something on top of his legs. The wind was not kind to him. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-24360622030025575312012-02-10T09:43:00.000-05:002012-02-10T09:52:22.805-05:00And then this happened...The other day I stayed home from work in order to attend a work event on the Mall. When it came time to leave, I hopped on the bike, delighted at the chance to pedal to this event and—hey!—cross off Item #7 on the <a href="http://chasingmailboxes.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/winter-cycling-challenge-the-utilitaire-12/">Utilitaire</a> challenge. <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Except that the pedals barely moved when I pushed on them and I nearly crashed into a street sign. I jumped off the bike to find that the rear wheel was completely flat. I’d biked home the day before just fine… and these tires are reinforced with Kevlar to prevent punctures. I went over the tire inch by inch and sure enough, there it was:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMbTlsYaUC6FYNACRxV7otFjFN7PGy85hhoOGrWuk_0FOZ6QdbkEz0s7sZcxQCT7HqwEDGpXWzLDp_Fp-sTC9Y3s4z5EkfGD1Mr54IO078IZ2HlRqbdYxci9ZRIoys4yqBtcTOEthNNI/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMbTlsYaUC6FYNACRxV7otFjFN7PGy85hhoOGrWuk_0FOZ6QdbkEz0s7sZcxQCT7HqwEDGpXWzLDp_Fp-sTC9Y3s4z5EkfGD1Mr54IO078IZ2HlRqbdYxci9ZRIoys4yqBtcTOEthNNI/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707517985628761298" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Short, deep, and sharp. No glass or anything embedded in the cut. It sure looks like someone took a knife to one of my brand-new Schwalbes overnight. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t have the right size wrench to get the bolts off to change the tire, and my attempt with an adjustable wrench just shaved a bunch of metal off the outer edges of the bolt. I'm going to drive or walk the bike into the <a href="http://bicyclespacewdc.com/">shop</a> in the next day or two; they already have a new tire on order. I guess they can just do the one-month tuneup while they're waiting for the tire to ship.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">We were already starting the Utilitaire a week behind, so I guess this means we won’t get our two rides a week in before the deadline. C’est la vie, as the randonneurs might say. When I get the bike back, I’ll continue ticking items off of our control card as a way of pushing myself to bike to new places. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What are you gonna do? I don’t want to trot out the standard “This is why we can’t have nice things, DC!”, but this is why it’s <span style="font-style: italic;">hard</span> to have nice things. Especially in DC.</p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2712041848012393407.post-6132076053938430062012-02-07T09:55:00.000-05:002012-02-07T21:34:44.126-05:00Feb 7: Commute with BabyOf course I would decide to stop the full-on home-to-daycare-to-work bike trip just before entering the <a href="http://chasingmailboxes.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/winter-cycling-challenge-the-utilitaire-12/">Utilitaire 12 contest</a>; c’est la vie.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>That nine-mile trip was fun, invigorating and a great workout, with the added bonus that it meant my bike would be right at work where I could keep an eye on it and have access to it for lunchtime errands. The killing downside, however, was that the full trip took over an hour and a half to complete. On days when I made that trip,I was always late for work in the morning and picking Baby A up from daycare in the afternoon. My boss and my husband are both supportive of my bike commuting with Alex, but I think they’d have to draw the line at 3 – 5 hours of missed work and $20+ dollars in late fees every week.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVdg8bGa0PUmBbte4t3oO506TB-u7Aq42S5UwsL2rvGgLiBY2TZ2h_zRj31AzNEsySlTV-pfcPpckP8bK3vf4dQhdS0hUFj3oS7GTLoN2w6IKnWm8WlR346b_sRs4gSw95k2qWZs7zrc/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVdg8bGa0PUmBbte4t3oO506TB-u7Aq42S5UwsL2rvGgLiBY2TZ2h_zRj31AzNEsySlTV-pfcPpckP8bK3vf4dQhdS0hUFj3oS7GTLoN2w6IKnWm8WlR346b_sRs4gSw95k2qWZs7zrc/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409542288127618" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">So this morning, I went back to the old routine of biking from <a href="http://bloomingdaleneighborhood.blogspot.com/">Bloomingdale</a> to daycare, then from daycare to the West Hyattsville metro station. When I parked at the metro station, I put the cover on BOB in the hopes that it would keep people from messing with it. The train came to the platform just as I finished my post-ride stretches, I sipped my café au lait while reading a novel on my Kindle, and got to work at 9:15, needing minimal cleanup after my cool-down time on the train. Bliss!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVdg8bGa0PUmBbte4t3oO506TB-u7Aq42S5UwsL2rvGgLiBY2TZ2h_zRj31AzNEsySlTV-pfcPpckP8bK3vf4dQhdS0hUFj3oS7GTLoN2w6IKnWm8WlR346b_sRs4gSw95k2qWZs7zrc/s1600/IMG_1080.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V-9B0V5IgAoBFXcaxBUWJoP1WxSpcfqDjQygo4BsaDB4od9LqCUKRsQV82fqoBEopInTUZ1WmX39ATkIqYJ7LycU0fTCAJNRxpkFSYMlMBILc51bV3Vce7KDX-cbhrYxz5AX-AUEbgA/s1600/IMG_1081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2V-9B0V5IgAoBFXcaxBUWJoP1WxSpcfqDjQygo4BsaDB4od9LqCUKRsQV82fqoBEopInTUZ1WmX39ATkIqYJ7LycU0fTCAJNRxpkFSYMlMBILc51bV3Vce7KDX-cbhrYxz5AX-AUEbgA/s320/IMG_1081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409679018491666" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">On days when we bike commute, I like to fix a breakfast that’s nutritionally dense and quick to eat. That way I have enough calories and protein to keep me going during the ride and keep me from becoming ravenous during the day, and I can also shovel the food into my mouth fast enough to get us out the door in time. Eggs usually fit the bill. Today’s breakfast was salsa frittata with blueberry muffins. I prepped the frittata last night in a gratin dish, then put it in a cold oven this morning and let it cook for 30 minutes (including oven heating time) while I walked the dog and got the rest of breakfast ready. The frittata was delicious, but Alex—who would eat his own weight in eggs if they were scrambled—wouldn’t touch it. The little ingrate. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwvepKGbi2AXB9aZsR_u46qoYxudcW2Ug2-gdYx95C71Vvif_ODa5nh0_hFFgFmPKJWb3RCFecFqSpgFkRHbXVDd8Frqmdxb8OyAlmFQIS_HQZCyxR_YW9CEdDddoDOxuFkuRS_gC7g4/s1600/IMG_1077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguwvepKGbi2AXB9aZsR_u46qoYxudcW2Ug2-gdYx95C71Vvif_ODa5nh0_hFFgFmPKJWb3RCFecFqSpgFkRHbXVDd8Frqmdxb8OyAlmFQIS_HQZCyxR_YW9CEdDddoDOxuFkuRS_gC7g4/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706410192378354386" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Although today’s temperature was still unseasonably mild, A’s continued refusal to wear mittens inspired me to bundle the rest of him up a little more heavily than I might otherwise have. I went with the snowsuit—which he haaaaates to put on—and his snow boots. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZ94PBQiuS0qV1GEGVZsVjd96eqgSw4DMUCTmBtrdcDa0DDB_PoYDThpJ2suH4OHXOb07p5EQBn4wFQRkG5MzoetbFPhDr_u37yVDKOQWyg59xA2DtRob9l_afCBZqP8MfKOTWRteXyk/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZ94PBQiuS0qV1GEGVZsVjd96eqgSw4DMUCTmBtrdcDa0DDB_PoYDThpJ2suH4OHXOb07p5EQBn4wFQRkG5MzoetbFPhDr_u37yVDKOQWyg59xA2DtRob9l_afCBZqP8MfKOTWRteXyk/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706409391050061330" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Date</span>: 2/7/2012</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Destination(s):</span> Daycare, West Hyattsville Metro Station</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Total Mileage:</span> 10.66 mi round-trip<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Morning Temperature:</span> 46<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><span style="Lucida Grande";font-family:";color:black;" >°</span></b><span style="mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;color:black;" >F</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baby A Wore</span>: Shirt, overalls, regular socks, snowsuit, snow boots, Bern helmet with winter insert</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Wore:</span> sport top, T-shirt, work shirt, sweater coat, stretchy pants, wool socks & casual shoes, scarf (wrapped around my head to substitute for forgotten balaclava), <a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/thrumfaq.html">thrummed mittens </a><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clothing Notes:</span> Baby A: hands were cold but not freezing; legs were warm. Me: the scarf-as-balaclava is a neat trick and a great example of how many functions a simple rectangle of cloth can fulfill.<br /></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02129205000829976803noreply@blogger.com4