No Biking: Day 7
Day 7: The End
The my final day without my bike, everyone rode the subway to work. All four of us decided today was not a day to ride a bike. Almost all of Manhattan realized it was day not to ride bikes in solidarity of my final day without a bike (it could also have been the rain).
Another subway ride, another delayed train. Paying $2 to be late to work is not worth the pain. I think I wasted $16 taking that wretched, ancient, slow system. Two or three times it was delayed. At least once it did not go where the conductor said it was going. I could not imagine spending that amount up every week to suffer.
Enough of this writing. My seven days are up. I want to ride my bicycle!
[want a ride?]
The my final day without my bike, everyone rode the subway to work. All four of us decided today was not a day to ride a bike. Almost all of Manhattan realized it was day not to ride bikes in solidarity of my final day without a bike (it could also have been the rain).
Another subway ride, another delayed train. Paying $2 to be late to work is not worth the pain. I think I wasted $16 taking that wretched, ancient, slow system. Two or three times it was delayed. At least once it did not go where the conductor said it was going. I could not imagine spending that amount up every week to suffer.
Enough of this writing. My seven days are up. I want to ride my bicycle!
[want a ride?]
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