State of the Societal Laziness Address

I don't get it.  I just don't get it.  I really mean it this time.  I.  Don't.  Get.  It.  At.  All.

I understand that I'm more of the exception than the rule.  I have to put thought into driving versus bicycling.  When given a reasonable option of biking/walking over driving, I'll choose biking/walking.  At work, when I don't have to take the elevator, I don't.

With that in awesome lead in, I give you the reason for this post.  You see, even though I often shake my head at people who literally drive three blocks (and sometime less) to work or to the classes at the University, I've learned to get over it.  People are inherently getting lazier.  I get that.  Don't understand it, but I'm learning to accept it.  People think about driving first and alternate transportation second.  It's sad, and while I do my best to encourage others to bike or walk, I understand that in the end it's their decision.  Today however pushed my "rant on my blog" button over the top.

I received a call that a printer for one of my departments was over at Slagle Hall, a couple buildings (1.5 or so blocks) away.  I emailed to see what model it was so I knew if I needed my hand cart or not.  It was a fairly good sized printer, so I grabbed the cart, threw on my coat, and wandered over to pick it up.  Instead of going through the entrance with the elevator, I went through the side door, grabbed the hand cart low on the base a just took it up the two flights of stairs I had to go.  I picked up the printer and had to head to the elevator for my trip down.  That's where it all went wrong.

You see, there are two things at play here:  First, the elevator in Slagle Hall, for some reason, is incredibly slow.  Second, there are classes on the third floor of the building.  I, trying to get on the elevator on the second floor, waited for an eternity for the elevator to come down to the floor.  It arrived, doors opened, and there stood four very healthy looking college students (you see where this is going, don't you).  A couple look slightly annoyed as I make them squish together a little so I can get on with my cart and printer.  Just wait, it's about to get better.

As soon as the elevator starts to descend, one student looks at his watch and states, "With the speed of this elevator, I'm going to be late for my next class".  I wanted to laugh so bad.  He's right, the elevator is slow and he could have been out the door on his way to the next class by the time had he chosen the stairs.  I refrained.

The elevator reached the entry level and the door opens on the opposite side that I got in.  For those unfamiliar, due to the age and structure of the building, there are left and right openings depending on your entry and exit. I allowed the students to exit as I was in the back and it just made sense.  Then, to send me to my current rant level, as I start to exit, pushing a printer an all, able bodied students start to get on.  I kept pushing forward as I found it: a) practical for me to get off first and b) rude that they felt they HAD to get on before I got off.

One person (I'll leave the sex out) basically stood their ground pretty much blocking my exit.  I looked up, making eye contact and politely said "Excuse me" and they moved a little and I walked by.  After I was clear I hear "That was kinda rude, huh?"  I turn around and as gave the 'did you really just say that' look as the door was closing and the person averted their eyes.  An elevator full of quite able bodied young adults went up on their merry, lazy way.

Young, able bodied adults, hear me.  I'm nearly 45 years old and there is a really good chance that I'm in better overall health than most of you.  I do the little things to stay healthy:  I walk or bike when I can instead of driving.  I take the stairs over the elevator whenever possible.  The obesity epidemic is getting worse.  Keep driving and taking the elevator and being lazy.  Seriously.  Feel free.

Okay, I don't mean that.  Not even as rude as that student was can change the fact that I want you to be healthy.  I want you to be active.  I want you to walk and bike and take the stairs.  If for some reason it feels like I'm talking right at you or if any of this resonates with you, maybe it's time to change your life.   Do it for a lot of reasons, but mainly do it for you.

Thus ends the rant of Biking Brady for this day, Thursday, January 28, 2012.

A Very Brady Christmas Rhyme

As sure as I’m almost positive that my name is Kevin,
I bring you our abbreviated news from two thousand eleven.
A crazy tradition that was started in a far distant past,
This is not my first rhyming Christmas letter nor be it my last.
Let’s make this letter crazy and stir things around,
Instead of bottom up, let’s go from top down.
It’s been an interesting year for the Dad of this place,
busy and crazy, but filled with God’s grace.
From biking to work stuff, to church happenings and more,
it seems nary a day could be considered a bore.
Bicycling this year was again good, and before I forget and further digress,
I lost a fundraising wager on the MS150 and donned me a dress.
Okay, it wasn’t a dress but merely a skirt,
But I did receive some catcalls and a couple of flirts.
It’s time to move on to the story of the boss of the house if I may,
Laura is God’s gift to me and our household in every way.
She keeps us all going in every direction known to man,
Making sure that we get where we should be as best that she can.
Busy giving massages all day where many agree she’s the best,
With ten magic fingers with which she’s been blessed.
Austin is fifteen, a sophomore and is nearly as big and tall as his Dad,
which during our remodeling and moving of stuff makes him a quite helpful lad.
He definitely seems to be taking a liking to all things of great geeking,
from computers to gaming systems his interest doth be piquing.
Here’s hoping his love of all these things that cause him interest each day,
bring him a career that can turn that love into pay!
Marissa is thirteen, an eight grader with more interests than time,
her writing talents are awesome (hey she should be doing this rhyme!).
Another hobby is photography with which she has a great eye to set apart,
most things we take for granted around us, to her becomes great art.
You never know from one moment to the next what will excite this girl,
but there is little in life she will not chance to give a whirl.
Eight years old, in third grade, and moving from morn until night,
Carson’s a blur of a child that entertains everyone in sight.
He’s into baseball, biking riding, basketball and more,
there’s always something that awaits out the door.
I’m told the greatest curse is to have a kid who behaves like you did throughout life,
and now I’m reminded “He acts just like you” or so I’m told my wife.
On a sad note, this year we had to put down our dog Buddy of fifteen years,
It was an incredibly hard time, and we shed many tears.
After grieving awhile the void he left was driving us crazy,
so away to the pound the family went, coming home with our Daisy.
Our home is as chaotic as it’s ever been, and there isn’t a day,
that’d I’d change a thing, not in one little way.
You may find our lives may be crazy, but it causes us no pain,
for we are not crazy, you’re just overly sane!
If you’re not smiling by the end of this letter,
take two of these and I hope you feel better!
May God bless and keep you all the year through,
and know that we’re proof that He loves us all too.

My Life Summarized in One Picture

Testing The Streak

It's hard to believe with the current 70-90 degree weather that this is coming, and I hope they are wrong, but this winter could be a brutal commuting winter. I refuse to let my commuting to work streak go down without a fight, but I may need to think about adding to my winter clothing collection.

Respect the Blinky

As many of you already know, my bike IS my transportation 95% of the time. This means often riding at night. That's pretty much all the setup you need for this post.

After the USD/SDSU Volleyball game (shameful plug - USD wins 3-1 !!), I was on my way home, riding safely with my reflectors off my Timbuk 2 Messenger Bag -- aka "the man purse" or murse if you will -- and my front and rear blinky lights. It was a beautiful night and I was just enjoying the ride.

I admit I was cruising right along, but wasn't focused too heavily on anything when a car turned in front of me from a stop sign. It was no major thing, they had plenty of space and I was never in danger so I didn't think about it. Within a half block, I see them tap the brakes once, then again, and then pull over to the side of the road. As already stated, I wasn't too focused so I didn't think too much of it until I passed them and then they started to pull out behind me again. It was then the I realized that the car must have mistaken my blinky light for the police. It was the only explanation that I could come up with. Due to my lack of overall focus I don't know if they may have not completely stopped at the stop sign and thought they were busted or what, but I enjoyed a good laugh about it.

They didn't pass me for the two blocks until I turned towards my house and then drove merrily on their way. After posting a shorter version of this on Facebook, somebody stated that a "Respect the Blinky" t shirt campaign is in order. It could happen. Lord knows we need more people to use them in Vermillion. With the beauty of having many people on bicycles in this town, comes the issue of no lights with those riding at night. A campaign may just have to happen. All you designer types mock something up and send it to me.

Old Guys Win Intramural Bike Race

As temperatures dipped into the 50's only the hearty (crazy?) showed up for the USD Intramural Bike Race. The race consisted of, well, Team Barking Dog Cycling Club! Craig D., Randy R., and I had a personal bike race that took some of the fun out of an actual race, but hey, we get Intramural Champion T-Shirts for our effort! I edged Randy R. by a little over :20 seconds, but it wasn't exactly a glory victory as I sucked his wheel for a good eight miles before trying to give him a little draft. He fell back and I just kept going and he never caught back up. In Time Trial mode, I probably wouldn't have won.

Best 10K Time Trial Yet

I took the Bacchetta Ti Aero to a new low on the 10K Time Trial route. Official Time (according to the timer) was 14:46. I don't think I went sub 15 on the diamond frame even. I love this bike! Now to learn the fine art of turning around at the midway point, get clipped back in and up to speed faster.