MOUNTAIN VS METRO
Working on a Saturday isn’t ideal, but it happens. But something that almost NEVER happens on a Saturday in Seattle is the sun actually shining. Yes. Sun. Beating down on my face, warmth. My body nearly rejected it.
In honor of this glorious day, I decided to take my hot ride of a mountain bike to the studio on Capitol Hill. (Let me please pause here to tell you that mountain bikes are snubbed by bike elitists here in Seattle. You know what I say to them, fill your pot holes and level out your sidewalks and I won’t feel like I need monster shocks to protect my life! Now go get on your fixed gear with your tight pants and be gone!) Anyway…
As I strapped on my helmet—so help me if I ever need that sort of saftey—I thought I would test out the Metro. Me versus the bus. Who would make it there faster?
Now, knowing nearly every downfall of the bus system, I knew it would need to stop at the corner of every block, it would stop at almost every light, and if it was a good day the bus driver may or may not abandon the vehicle for a short amount of time. I was certain to win.
And I WAS winning. I successfully peddled ahead of the bus by at least half a mile by the time I had reached the University District. And I was picking up speed!
HOWEVER; things were about to take a drastic turn. I had failed to remember that previous to this biking adventure I had spent the last 3 months eating holiday treats, doing as little as possible, and I had also drastically underestimated the word HILL that encompasses Capitol Hill.
Sure enough, that town is ON TOP of a hill. A big one. I nearly died.
One mile into that Hill, the bus passed me.
It doesn’t end there though. That would be depressing and not post worthy. I tell you, that hill flattens out eventually and, once again, I return victorious!
FROM HOME TO STUDIO:
Average time by bus: 0:45
Today by bike: 0:35
Awesome. I win.
