Scheduled car
maintenance resulted in a reroute of my bicycle commute earlier this week. It took me on a route I used to ride fairly
often. It is interesting what we choose
to remember and what we choose to forget.
I enjoyed the
lack of cars on the interurban trail in Snohomish County. I remembered that
well. I had forgotten about the poverty
and crime that can be seen along the route.
As I was riding along I locked eyes with an addict shuffling down the
sidewalk. Not only did he strive to maintain the stereotype by wearing dark
hoody and baggy low slung jeans, but the blown out eyes and gaunt face just screamed,
“Meth.”
Just ten minutes
past the government housing I found myself passing a trendy condo complex. The cars were bigger and shinier. This route
goes by stores, businesses and a mall.
Soon I am in a residential area and the tempo slows accordingly.
The combination
of a novel route and the increasing daylight provided the visual feast in
contrast to my usual route which my mind has allowed to become invisible as a
result of the repetition of route.
I shall strive
to introduce some variations to my routes in 2016.
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