by CycleChick on June 21, 2013
I have a confession to make.
I have not ridden my bike to work in three weeks.
As you may be aware, I usually ride my bike to work in the winter, regardless of how shitty the weather is. And believe me, it is often shitty. Right now, the weather is lovely, or at least that’s how it appears from behind the windshield of a Subaru Outback.
The reason behind this heinous first world injustice is this:
Meet Ringo, the latest addition to Team CycleChick. Sure, he’s cute – but he’s also seriously cramping my style. I have to admit to feeling a certain amount of shame in driving to work, to the point that if I see someone I recognize I turn my head in hopes they won’t see me. Some days, I wear a fake moustache, just to be safe.
Today is Bike to Work Day in Winnipeg. I was going to ride if it killed me. And Ringo.
I’ve been trying to figure out a safe and practical way to get me, Ringo, as well as all of our necessary accoutrements (which are plentiful to say the least) to work. A baby chariot seemed a reasonable solution – and it just so happened my friends Donna and Gianni had one they had purchased for their dog, who was unabashedly dissatisfied with that (and most) mode of transportation. They kindly offered it up for us to give it a go.
Our test ride did not go well. I tethered Ringo to the inside of the chariot with his leash and ventured out for a ride to the local 7-11, a place a often frequent at ungodly hours of the morning to buy milk and $50 packages of bologna. By the time we returned home, he had managed to hog tie himself and was crying like he was caught in a bear trap.
And it was good.
I am very pleased to report that the commute was without incident and if Ringo could talk I’m sure he would say it was super awesome in spite of having to look at my butt for twenty minutes.
Ah, the life of a dog.