After the show last night, we went out for dinner, and I said, out loud, "I'm going to bike home tonight." even though it was late, I was tired, and my legs were killing me because The Shubert designed their mezzanine so they could cram as many kindergarteners as possible into a confined space. I had enough power in my phone to use the app to see that there were bikes available at Lesley, and that there were four empty docks at the end of my street.
I walked to Lesley, opened a bike with the app, and my phone died. I, then, hopped on said bike and tried to ride at a reasonable pace, towards my home.
Reasonable pace is my problem. I haven't ridden a bike with any frequency since I was sixteen and Super Competetive at everything, even if no one was competing with me.
I don't mind being passed by other bikers, but I try and keep pace behind them, for no reason. These are clearly people who have been biking since the womb, are in great shape, are wearing silicone padded biking shorts, a helmet, breathable jerseys, and have all of their championship triathalon times branded into their bikes, and I'm in jeans and a Rorshach t-shirt trying not to let them get too far ahead of me.
As I flew by a guy in his twenties, with abs you could grate cheese on, I considered that I am biking wrong, but I was now 3/4 of the way home, and I wanted to see how fast I could make it, forgetting that my phone was dead, and would not be able to tell me.
I got to my street, and the dock was full. No problem, I'll just ride to Davis, which is only 1/3rd of the way back in the direction I came from. I did this at a Somewhat more relaxed pace, as there were no other bikers riding in my direction to keep pace with.
Davis Square was full. So I had to bike back to Porter, which was almost back where I started. Annnnnnnnd was full.
Someone had put their bike in the Lesley dock where I picked up my bike, so it was also full. I wondered if they, too, tried to bike to Cameron Ave, but this was as close as they could get.
I found an open dock at Harvard, meaning I was now 75% further away from home than I was when I started biking. So I went in to grab the bus, which of course, pulled away as I got into the station, and waited a half hour for the next one.