Urban assault

The one semi-fun thing about commuting to and in Denver is the urban assault after I get off the bus at Union Station. I'm so used to commuting down mag on trails and dirt roads seeing less than 10 cars on the dirt. When I hit the pavement in the big city, i'm surrounded, one of the few on a bike, it's pretty much survivial just to get to work. It's only a 10 minute ride, but I treat it like a race...it's just funner that way. I dodge the busses who could give a shit about bikes, swerve around them and curb hop to get the WALK signal and pretend I'm a Ped. Then out onto the road again trying not to get DOOR'ed by the parking citizens. Down the right way (and wrong way) of one-way streets (depending on my mood and whether I'm lost or not), I get to the state capitol and am only blocks away from work. This area of the city is actually pretty. Old traditional-like buildings with clock towers and plazas and gardens. New funky development and the library and museum of modern art are cool as well. Up a short hill to the bike rack and i'm there. I can see why bike messengers become the way they are. It feels like a war against the chugalugers, and it's just a lot of fun to be sprinting here and there...so many obstacles all around. I take the stairs up the 6 flights (the elevator is for the lazy) and change into some "business casual" clothes in the large stall in the men's room. Out and onto work with that buzz only the bike can give you...but in for a day of sitting in front of a computer screen wiping those good feelings away. At least I can repeat after work in reverse.