I'm glad Mitch Berg is biking to work. Truly. It's good for him, good for the earth and may even inspire others to give it a go.
It's also good for laughs.
I was sitting at a traffic light at the beginning of the longest, ugliest leg of the climb, in my sweatshirt and windbreaker pants. A twenty-something pulls up next to me in full spandex biker regalia, with a “Obama” sticker on the side of his backpack.
Now, the guy’s a real, genuine biker, with legs like tree trunks - kind of like mine were 20 years ago, when I was biking constantly.
As we jumped off from the light, I got behind him and followed him up the hill. He started pouring it on; I kept on going, staying about four feet behind his back tire…
…and BOOM - we were up the hill! Done! Blammo! Just like that! Barely breathing hard!
I stayed in his slipstream for probably two miles, pacing him pretty nicely. Now, for all I know he had mononucleosis and felt half-past-dead and that was the only reason I could keep it close; I am, after all, 45.
Still, that long, ugly hill practically vanished.
So my conclusion; without testosterone, humankind would still be sitting in caves gnawing on grass seeds.
For two miles he drafts off another biker hauling a backpack and then credits his own manly effort. I think I feel a metaphor coming on, but it's already been composed.