Rough Morning
I attempted to bike to work this morning (perfect day, so exciting), but found out that my back bike tire was flat once I hopped on. So I trucked over to the busstop, waited, fumbled to get my bike in the rack properly in front of the bus, then at my transfer, awkwardly took my bike off the rack. I tried to steady my bike with one hand as I shifted my weight, used my other hand to put the rack back up, and then my hips to get it back into the spot. Somewhere in this seemingly long process I lost my TriMet ID badge, which was initially clipped onto my right pocket.
I wheeled my bike across the street to my next busstop and waited patiently for the bus. After ten minutes I stood up and suddenly realized that my badge was gone. I glance across the street and scan the ground where I had unloaded my bike. Nothing. Then a little further up the street something caught my eye....my next bus was two blocks away. Glancing across the street one more time, I saw what seemed to be my badge about half a block away, in between lanes. Yikes.
I waited for the bus, asked the driver to wait while I went across the street to grab my badge--which is also my bus pass (he seemed very hesitant to hold up a whole bus full of people, but he did!), and sprinted through 4 lanes of traffic. I found it, all mangled up and ran over. Sprinted back across the 4 lanes and once again awkwardly put my bike on the rack, then had to redo the bike clamp when the driver said it should be on higher. I slightly embarassed about the whole situation, but superly grateful for the nice driver and passengers.
Then, once at TriMet, I went to the side gate to bring my bike around to the back of the building where I had heard rumors of a safe bike rack to use. I used my keycard 4 times on the sensor, it turned green, but would not open. The same busdriver, at the end of his route now and off duty, was walking up and asked me if I needed help (his eyes laughing) when another driver let me in. On top of it all, after heading upstairs and changing out of my biking clothes, I sat down at my computer and noticed a bloody gash on my right leg.
This day better go better than this. Now I need to find a bikepump and play some kickball tonight!
I attempted to bike to work this morning (perfect day, so exciting), but found out that my back bike tire was flat once I hopped on. So I trucked over to the busstop, waited, fumbled to get my bike in the rack properly in front of the bus, then at my transfer, awkwardly took my bike off the rack. I tried to steady my bike with one hand as I shifted my weight, used my other hand to put the rack back up, and then my hips to get it back into the spot. Somewhere in this seemingly long process I lost my TriMet ID badge, which was initially clipped onto my right pocket.
I wheeled my bike across the street to my next busstop and waited patiently for the bus. After ten minutes I stood up and suddenly realized that my badge was gone. I glance across the street and scan the ground where I had unloaded my bike. Nothing. Then a little further up the street something caught my eye....my next bus was two blocks away. Glancing across the street one more time, I saw what seemed to be my badge about half a block away, in between lanes. Yikes.
I waited for the bus, asked the driver to wait while I went across the street to grab my badge--which is also my bus pass (he seemed very hesitant to hold up a whole bus full of people, but he did!), and sprinted through 4 lanes of traffic. I found it, all mangled up and ran over. Sprinted back across the 4 lanes and once again awkwardly put my bike on the rack, then had to redo the bike clamp when the driver said it should be on higher. I slightly embarassed about the whole situation, but superly grateful for the nice driver and passengers.
Then, once at TriMet, I went to the side gate to bring my bike around to the back of the building where I had heard rumors of a safe bike rack to use. I used my keycard 4 times on the sensor, it turned green, but would not open. The same busdriver, at the end of his route now and off duty, was walking up and asked me if I needed help (his eyes laughing) when another driver let me in. On top of it all, after heading upstairs and changing out of my biking clothes, I sat down at my computer and noticed a bloody gash on my right leg.
This day better go better than this. Now I need to find a bikepump and play some kickball tonight!
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