From the Hartford Advocate:
I had to try something new. On a chilly Monday morning, I rode my bike to work for the first time. To put my first pedal commute into perspective, you need to understand that I’m a walking collection of His Girl Friday-era reporter cliches, minus the “press badge” and snappy hat. I’m a chain-smoking, hard-drinking louse with a penchant for red meat and an aversion to exercise. A simple four-mile pedal to work was a frightening prospect.
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