Day 1

The day I-85 collapsed was the first day I brought home my road bike, Karma. Now, the day it re-opens, I’m forbidden to use it. I’m met with the bike-share challenge AND my friends are celebrating at Tin Lizzy’s with $1.85 margaritas to pour a little for Atlanta’s improved circulation.
It’s a hard sell to ask your friends to take MARTA with you to get drinks, especially when there’s car-share. To think I thought this challenge would be easy.
So far, I’m failing this challenge. I’m peer pressured into using lyft to go to Midtown. We arrive at Tin Lizzy’s to be met with I–85-esque congestion on the sidewalk. But there’s a brightside. A mile away there’s another place we agree to go to celebrate. We didn’t bike there but we did walk — a small victory indeed. We would have used Relay as there was a hub at the Federal Reserve Bank, but riding bicycles at dusk in Midtown and riding illegally on the sidewalk among pedestrians doesn’t sound like the best idea. But really, are there ever too many pedestrians?
Long legs and all, we got to our destination and two hours later it was time to go home. On the way back to carpool with friends, we were met with the woes of driving. Not traffic, but parking. Instead of walking to the car all the way in Centennial, (at night with three women, that’s not the most comfortable solution) we Relay-ed! We picked up the bikes at Tech Square and dropped them off at the Bobby Dodd hub.
We carpooled home which was cool, sustainable (AND SAFE). But it wasn’t bike share. Talk about karma.

