On Guilt

My new job is so far from home that I had to buy one of those horrible machines that converts stuff that ought to stay buried in the ground into green house gasses just to get to work. (Yes I have officially joined, albeit ten years late, the rat race.)

Well today I ought to feel especially guilty, the US Coast Guard now believes that horrid oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is five times worse than expected (some two hundred thousand gallons of oil are spewing from the seabed into the water). I guess I do feel guilty, a little anyway. But I can draw comfort from one thing, a ratio, 40%, two days out of every five days in a working week I will be cycling to work, starting, well, this morning! In 57 minutes on a sweet little Specialized Roubaix I call Erin, I covered as much ground (home to work) as I typically cover in a loud little diesel Jetta, in 50 minutes. Sure it takes a whole 14% longer to ride than to drive, but I feel great, I burned calories, instead of diesel fuel, and I can go for two bike rides in one day, what could be better? Right, three rides in a day!