Bike Ride of Shame
I got (had?) to do what I call the “bike ride of shame,” (BROS) this morning. That’s where you get on your bicycle first thing in the morning to ride back to the place you partied the previous night to pick up the car you left there because you were in no state to drive it home.
I always enjoy this little bit of penance for a couple reasons: first, it helps the hangover to get out on two wheels as quickly as possible and second, it reminds me that the behavior that precedes the BROS is best engaged in only sparingly.
It’s been at least a year since my last such ride and while I don’t particularly regret last evening’s overindulgences, I am, in the spirit of New Year’s resolutions, encouraging myself to consider carefully when and where I will next stay up so late and drink so much with only cold fondue and crackers for sustenance.
It’s generally been my experience that coming home in a car leads me to feel a bit worse the next day than had I ridden my bike—another point in favor of human-powered transportation over that of the internal combustion engine.
For I while last night, my friend who drove us home—Andrew—and I toyed with the idea of our riding the tandem back to his house to drop him off (he used our car to get us home) but cooler heads prevailed; (he drove the Focus back to his neighborhood, hence my BROS this AM), but I believe if we had done that, I might be a bit more spry as I write this.
Of course, if I hadn’t made all those toasts to auld lang syne, I might be a bit more spry today, too.
But let us eschew such wallowing in the past and instead, boldly face the New Year ahead—making all our bike rides of shame be bike rides of joy in 2007.
I always enjoy this little bit of penance for a couple reasons: first, it helps the hangover to get out on two wheels as quickly as possible and second, it reminds me that the behavior that precedes the BROS is best engaged in only sparingly.
It’s been at least a year since my last such ride and while I don’t particularly regret last evening’s overindulgences, I am, in the spirit of New Year’s resolutions, encouraging myself to consider carefully when and where I will next stay up so late and drink so much with only cold fondue and crackers for sustenance.
It’s generally been my experience that coming home in a car leads me to feel a bit worse the next day than had I ridden my bike—another point in favor of human-powered transportation over that of the internal combustion engine.
For I while last night, my friend who drove us home—Andrew—and I toyed with the idea of our riding the tandem back to his house to drop him off (he used our car to get us home) but cooler heads prevailed; (he drove the Focus back to his neighborhood, hence my BROS this AM), but I believe if we had done that, I might be a bit more spry as I write this.
Of course, if I hadn’t made all those toasts to auld lang syne, I might be a bit more spry today, too.
But let us eschew such wallowing in the past and instead, boldly face the New Year ahead—making all our bike rides of shame be bike rides of joy in 2007.
posted by Professor Dave at 11:42 AM
1 Comments:
Hey, could be worse - you could've had to call your mom, to get her to take you for the "MDROS - mom-driven ride of shame" like John did - although actually, there was a certain pride in it, since we were both quite proud of John that he had the brains to ditch the car, and start walking. His summary of the night - "I didn't kiss anyone at midnight, bu I took some good photos, and that's all that counts"
happy new year
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