As I have increased the number of miles I commute on my bike to more than 100 a week, I’m beginning to see the positive effects all this riding is having on my body. I’ve lost 10 pounds, my joints feel great and my metabolism has increased.
However, I have been pondering the possible downsides of biking in traffic. Not just safety concerns (getting squished). Many mornings I’ll get stuck behind cars at intersections that cough up a large amount of exhaust in my direction. Continue reading
I’ve fought many battles over cigarette butts in my lifetime. As a kid, I used to hound my father when he’d toss his into the yard when he’d finished. I’d gather them and bring them by the handful. He didn’t like it and I don’t think I ever changed his behavior much. My dislike for cigarette butt litter has not wavered over the years — in fact, I think it has gotten worse.
My passion for removing cigarette butts has lead me to many cleanups where I’ve gathered them by the hundreds in places like the James River Park, Bryan Park, at traffic stops (drivers are the worst) and even along Virginia Dare (N.C. Route 12) in the Outer Banks. I’ve been known to tweet the license plate number of an automobile when I see a driver toss a cigarette butt out the window. Continue reading
My Why, Richmond, Why?!? column for the Richmond Times-Dispatch this past week was one of those that I have to revisit now and then. This is the beauty of having a column and a platform to express myself and my feelings toward something that I wish people considered to be more important than they apparently do. Continue reading