Co-Workers, Geez.

[Crankin]

Well, my bike (a Kuota) is as nice as a 7 and I ride it to work...
I bring it right up the stairs, and leave it in my classroom next to my desk.
There's always some boy who wants to "touch" it and I always say NO!
They are very intrigued by how my shoes attach to the pedals and how I can get out of the pedals. So, I leave the shoes by the bike and show them how they attach. This has earned me brownie points with some "bad boys" (12-13 year olds) who think this proves how tough I am.
A couple of years ago, I had the son of the president of a local bike club. When we did free writing, he often wrote about his rides with his dad. It was so much fun, talking to him in his journal, about his rides, his speed, etc. I wish more kids were into cycling!

[Trigress]

At my old workplace I was the extreme sports chick. After all I used to walk to the grocery store, and that must've been around 1K. But in the north of Norway people take their car out to move 150m, even if they have to dig the car out first. I just couldn't get myself to understand the priority: spend 20 minutes to dig out the car, or walk 10 minutes each way to the store? On mad days I would even go skiing before going shopping (snowy mountain side a four minute walk away)...

I didn't mind the extreme sports label, what pissed me off was my colleagues' tendency to place extra work on me - after all I couldn't have enough work to do when I had the time to walk to the village centre or even go skiing in the afternoon.

[Andrea]

I still need to get the jersey I blogged about a while back...
Pictures & Link to Purchase...

That could be the solution to some of my Memphis driver problems

[invsblwmn]

What really drove me nuts with my coworkers was that they liked to do "practical jokes" on my bike, like scotch tape up the mirror. When I explained it was my car they were messing with and how would they like it if their driver's side mirror suddenly disappeared one day, people left it alone. Most of my coworkers were supportive, I do have to say. Even when the Dept. of Health came for a visit, my boss let me put my clothes (hang up ones) in her office. They call my cubee "the closet."