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Okay, okay… you caught me! Daydreaming AGAIN on my way to work. I wouldn’t consider myself a particularly fast, sneaky, or agile bike commuter (and by fast I mean speedy, Cycle Ladies and Gents), but the commute through shady downtown where bikes are faster than cars is often the best part of my day! And although I’m not the archetype (I am an archiTECT, does that count?) of the tattooed, pierced, just don’t give a crap, badass hipster with an iphone type, I have a confession to make: Sometimes I wish I were a BIKE MESSENGER.
Maybe not Third Rock from the Sun status bike messenger, or Robin “Lost Without You” Thicke stunt messenger status because – let’s be honest – I would be as fast as an old lady crossing the street with a wire wheely cart full of ong choi and daikon radishes. And who would hire a messenger who gets the package to its destination as-soon-as-I-feel-like-it instead of ASAP? Plus, obeying traffic signals, using brakes, multiple speeds, and not smashing car mirrors with a gi-huge chain fist could be considered weaknesses in my resume. Not everybody can rock the aerospoke/turquoise Bianchi look:
But you gotta admit, hasn’t the thought crossed your mind when you are pedaling through downtown or the financial district…? How fun would it be to ride all day/every day! If only I could get paid to cruise on the Bumblebee from 9-5 instead of sitting in the same position for 8 hours a day like an office cheetah.
Anyway, who knows – maybe one day I’ll start my own bike messenger freelancing organic raw vegan cooperative called SlowBike! My slogan could be “It’ll get there, when I feel like it.” A girl can dream, can’t she?