Burn your ships
Last week I wrote, in reference to the lousy bus service at our new house:
Just as Cortés burned his ships, I’ve burned my buses, and my quads know it.
This is a lemons → lemonade thing:
lemons : lemonade :: lousy bus service : bicycle training
Which is to say, having no options I am riding my bike a lot more. Over an extra horizontal mile and 500 vertical feet each way.
OTOH I’m staring down another twelve hour day at the Corps today and it would be nice to sit quietly somewhere warm and dry, and read my way to work today.