Biking Tonight: Insanity Personified

I am an avid cyclist. I bike all summer, through rain and sweat. I ride in rush hour traffic for fun.

But you could not beat me with a stick to get me on a bicycle tonight.

Bitter cold, black ice, and early darkness combine to create a suicidial situation unfit for two-wheeled human-powered locomotion.

Yet what do I see in the mornings or just now at Union Station? Fools on bicycles headed into certain peril.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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