Ok — One of the BIG reasons I finally moved to AZ was my wieght. I gained an average of 10lbs a year in Columbus OH, taking me from the slightly overweight 230lbs to the extreemly overweight 330lbs! The last summer I was in Columbus, Stephanie and I bought bikes and begain to ride a couple of nights a week and on weekends. I lost 30lbs that summer, but it got cold (remember, I was in Ohio) and I couldn’t ride anymore. I started to gain some of the weight back.
I started riding the bus to work a few weeks ago. It saves us over $120 a month in gas – which is cool – but it takes me an hour and a half to get to work – which is not cool. So, I noticed every bus has a bike rack on the front so you can ‘bike-n-ride’. I got to thinking maybe I could take my bike to work in the morning and ride my bike home. So I tried that almost two weeks ago. My thought was this, sure its 100 plus degrees outside, but I can get on the bus any time I get too tired, right?
So my first real attempt was no too bad; I made it about 8 miles before I got on the bus (oh, it’s 18-19 miles to work). My second attempt I made it 14 miles. But yesterday, I made it all the way home – in all I put 23 miles on my bike yesterday. I had to ride up to Union Hills from my house (about four miles) because my bus already had two bikes on it (they only carry two). I could have waited 30 mins for the next bus, but I chose to cycle instead.
I looted, took advantage of a friendship, and put my wife in danger.
I don’t remember what happened that caused us all to start looting a gas station, but I remember jumping in and taking anything I could. At first, I was just grabbing the stuff I was already going to buy, but then I thought I might be able to resell some of the stuff I took. I looked for anything expensive — but its a gas station right. I grabbed oil. I went to the car to unload what I had taken, thinking I would just run back in and take even more. While I was doing that, people all around me were grabbing stuff off the shelves, just like I was. I remember thinking, “what’s wrong with these people?” Stephanie asked what was going on when I dropped the stuff I had stolen off in the car. “Nothing, just start packing this stuff up” I told her. When I got back to the gas station, the door was locked. A friend of mine (I have no idea who it was, just that I knew the guy) was inside, wearing a gas station uniform. He asked what I was doing, I asked him for a two liter of soda pop. “I can’t, I could lose my job” he said, but I was convincing. “I just need a drink, man. I won’t be long and look, so much is already gone, what would anyone notice?” There was someone else in the store with him that I didn’t recognize. He let me in.