Yesterday, I accidentally recoded the lock on Vickie’s bike while stopping into the Village Stationers on Santa Cruz Ave, to buy a backpack, because I thought biking miles carrying my computer in a purse was a really good idea.

Couldn’t open it.

Shiyan and Belinda took me back to Menlo, and I took another bike to work today – failing to find the mysterious bike bridge over Willow Road, and again almost getting creamed to a pulp on the overpass.

Today, after riding Bike #2 a good mile out of my way through EPA and up University to avoid said Willow, after asking two bike stores to cut the chain off Bike #1 (the one on University refused cause it was too far away, the one on Menlo said only the police would do that), I took one last crack at the lock on Bike #1.

Sure enough, Vickie was right – I had just reset it by one digit. This is why she’s an engineer and I’m not.

Rode Bike #1 home. Now about to walk back to Santa Cruz and ride Bike #2 home. When that is all over, I’ll have ridden 11 miles – no, 13.5- and walked a good 3.  Talk about triathlon in spite of yourself. Now I’m swimming too…

If I had *realized* this show involved a daily ten-mile bike commute, I might have hesitated.

Well, not really.  I’d bike twice as far to be working on this show. I’m enjoying it so much.