"I hate Missouri weather." It came as an epiphany, even as I spoke the words. I was taking the elevator up to my office. The only other person aboard was a coworker, but I knew him too well to ignore him as I do with most elevator passengers. It had been unseasonably rainy and cold for a while: clearly the weather was our best topic."I've lived in Missouri my whole life," I continued, "And yet I'm just now coming to this conclusion." In an attempt to assure my new confidante that this decision was not just an emotional response to biking to work against 30 mi/hr winds, I added, "I've waffled back and forth on the matter for a while."
All these eco-friendly, save-the-earth people advocate biking. And so do I. The problem is that I liked Missouri weather a lot more before I started biking in below-freezing temperatures, above-melting temperatures, and Aprils winds and snow.
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En.... I didn't expect to understand one paragraph--the second one. Clap!
Live Free or Drive!
Overcoming adversity and inconvenience beats sitting in a sterile metal polluting box separated from your fellow man and the natural environment any day.
But it is still less than ideal every once in a while.
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