Airport Cycling

I'm sitting in the Sea-Tac airport dreading flying to SFO for a work seminar that I couldn't care less about. It's not the flight that concerns me, or even the junk-groping peeping tom TSA agents. It's the fact that sitting here in the airport waiting for my flight is the only down time I'll have all week.

This is supposed to be the slow season at work, but it seems to be just the opposite.

My only saving grace is the new issue of Mountain Bike Action resting  on the all so comfortable airport seat next to me.  In just a couple of hours I will be in a cab with my 400lb (no joke!) chain smoking boss discussing work things...mostly how everything that goes wrong is my fault.

While he's huffing and puffing about some bullshit I don't care about, I'll be dreaming of cycling. Road cycling. Mountain cycling.

All things pedal powered and quiet.

Cycling Turkey Enthusiast

 Not only am I a commuter, but I'm an enthusiast in general. I go for a ride pretty much every major holiday just for grins. This Thanksgiving was mountain biking with the rigid Redline Monocog SS.

Enjoy!

Single Speed and Selfish

Redline 925. commuter bike. 

My name is Neal.

I'm 34 years old.

I weigh a few pounds more than I should thanks to the last half decade of jobs sitting behind desks punching buttons on a computer and jabbering on the phone.

I am the typical overworked, underpaid American.

I hold a faceless, thankless middle management position for a major corporation.
I don't own a home and I probably won't anytime soon.

I live with my girlfriend of nearly 4 years.

We have a dog, two cats, two cars, a truck and 5 bicycles... 4 of which are mine.

I am the face of the new mid-life crisis.....save for one simple thing:

I am a bicycle commuter and a militant cyclist.
I don't do it because I hate cars.

I love cars!
I am, in fact, a car nut.

I have more speeding tickets than you do.

I don't do it because I'm some militant eco-hippie. Those sons of bitches piss me off.

I'm not trying to save the world.

I'm equal parts anarchist and cyclist.

I do it because I lack patience and direction. I hate sitting in traffic. I hate stupid drivers. I hate stop lights and I hate being told what to do.

I hate paying $3.50 a gallon and the hour long trip to and from work is the only thing saving my last shred of sanity.

I do it for me.

I'm selfish.

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