I was feeling pretty proud of myself on the afternoon of Day 2. I’d ridden my bike to preschool, locked up the trailer in a way that wouldn’t block the entire rack or get me in trouble with anyone, and biked downtown for my Physical Therapy appointment to treat a running injury (plantar fasciitis). In the afternoon I rode up the hill to Caleb’s school. Thus far I’d been arriving early everywhere and reveling in the fact that I didn’t have to sit in traffic or look for parking. I may have been a little braggy when one of the Moms noticed my bike helmet and I told her about my car-free plan.
Caleb and I walked to the bus stop. The Metro buses all have bike racks, and our bus had a nice driver who got off the bus to help me figure out the racking system (I’ve done it once before, but I pretended it was my first time because I’d forgotten how to do it even though it’s only a three step process and the steps are outlined on the rack itself.) He gave me pointers (“Pull OUT on the handle, not up,” and “don’t forget to tell the driver you’re getting your bike off when you exit the bus.”) Caleb ate a snack on the bus and revealed a few details about his day at school. We got off the bus and walked up a steep hill to the house where Caleb takes a music class with his best pal Brayden. Brayden is the son of our next-door neighbors and good friends Scobie and Sarah. Sarah and I each transport our boys to music class, and then she very kindly drives them home afterwards while I go to preschool to pick up Helen.