IN MORNING

Two weeks ago I lost something. My Land Rover Discovery II. 

While it was a gas guzzling monster, and could have increased global temperatures all by itself: I loved driving it. I purchased it from the trusty auto auction... only to find out it had a blown headgasket. This required that I purchase and swap out the motors in my garage. This in itself is ironic, and should demonstrate the level of commitment I have to this vehicle. With considerable help from my father, son, and a couple friends: the motor was replaced and truck was running like new. I then sent it off with my teenage son, Adam. He drove it for two years without significant incident (he drove through a parking lot cross arm (minimal scratches), and had someone drop a rock on him from an overpass onto the roof (slight dent), but nothing substantial. I had always been on him to take care of it. I knew he'd go off to college, and I'd get a chance to drive it. 

Three months after I got it back... it is gone. A phone call, red light, and T-bone. Gone. At least nobody got hurt. That is a positive. Adam was upset when he found out.. not nearly as upset as I am.

So I am going to try my hand at commuting by bike as much as I can. My brother-in-law does it, and my commute is much shorter. I have no excuse. Shower at the office. Plenty of bikes to ride. I have the gear. It would be healthy for me.