When I began my pledge for #30daysofbiking on twitter I was a little dismayed. As a single dad at times I was only able to do the very bare minimum to stay with my commitment and even that at times was a stretch for my schedule.

My son is soon to be going with his mother in Wyoming for the summer. Something in me all the time of the 30 days event was just saying: “Just wait, you will get your miles in… be patient.” Every time my son Scary was with family or I have been given a few minutes of free time I have used it to be on a bike. That is when like other years the need built up.

The thrill of destroying my previous fastest ride times, flying across the pavement on two wheels and whipping around stalled traffic clogging my beloved Minneapolis streets is akin to setting the needle on the LP entitled: “Why I love being a cycling fool.”

I am making a promise this summer simply because I need to. Call mine #summerofnobusrides or summerofdecliningcarrideoffers. Regardless of moniker, what I am pledging to myself is as much as I may - choose a human powered alternative when a motorized option is offered.

In fulfilling this pledge I strive for the barbarian ideal of put up or shut up.

You’re welcome for reading,

Danger