So my darling husband decided to ride a bike to work this morning, in an effort to save gas.
Of course, he hasn't ridden a bicycle in probably 20 years, so I'm not sure if the ensuing medical bills will outweigh the gas savings.
Apparently, one of his young employees biked to work yesterday, and bragged that he'd save about $20 in gas for the week. David thought that sounded like a grand idea, so he went and borrowed his father's bicycle and practiced riding up and down the street for while.
I suggested he ride the 1/2 mile up to the grocery store to see if he could actually get farther than the end of the block, but he refused. Saving his energy, I guess.
I also suggested he get a bike helmet. He fought me on that one, saying he didn't want to spend money on a helmet until he was sure he would like riding. Instead, he found our daughter's old helmet in the basement and used that.
It's about a 12 mile drive to his restaurant, one way, but he can take the Erie Canal Bike path and shorten that ride down to about 9 miles. He set off this morning, leaving himself about an hour to get to work, expecting it to take about 1/2 an hour.
By 9 am I hadn't heard from him, so I called. He'd made it. He said it was a beautiful ride but it took him the full hour. He said after the first 1/2 mile his legs were tired but he kept on going. Old men on bikes were passing him on the bike trail.
I'm impressed. Last night, I was tired looking at the map. Then again, I'm a natural fraidy cat. Give me any reason to not do something adventurous - danger, heat stroke, flat tire, hang nail.
I should take a lesson from my daring darling. Of course, he still has to ride home tonight ...
UPDATE: He made it home just fine!