It’s All About Grade School!
Here we go. Day one of commuting to work on a bike.  After paying $70 for a tank of gas yesterday, it’s worth the effort!
Here’s bike guru Ian Webb, showing you how to trick out your bike for a safe commute.  All of these toys are important because we don’t have cycling lanes (future post–efforts are underway–city council has been approached).
Wow! This bike makes me feel like a kid again. Ian was right. My tri racing bike was awkward and causing me to crash–not built for commuting.Â
I’ll keep you posted.  If you try this at home, please report back here and let us know how your commute went.  Â
June 24th, 2008 at 11:51 am
Ian buddy, way to go. Everyone go and buy a bike from Ian. He is one of the best dudes I’ve ever known.
June 24th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
ridin bike to work
day 1…mayor ced , on way to crime scene/photo opp, forces sherri off road . minor scape to leg.
day 2…sherri hits pothole on e.kings. flips over handlebars , fall broken by pretty new re-cycling trash can. scraped arms
day 3…nekked lady mud flap comes off 18 wheeler and hits sherri in face. sherri arrives at work with imprint of tiny boobs of forehead.
day 4…driving by , bitter at the world liz swaine, throws old baby pictures at sherri. blinded sherri cycles into rear of icee delivery truck. sherri arrives at work smelling of delicious black cherry!
day 5…no incidents on way to work. riding home sherri gets forgotten earpiece cord tangled in bike chain. resulting crash leaves sherri with pea sized gravel embedded in ears…saves fortune on never having to buy earings again.
June 24th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
Sherri,
You could put pizza’s in those saddlebags and make a little extra money on the side.
June 24th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
Tommy! Haaaaaaaaaaa! The nekked lady mud flap is the best!
Had to stop at the bike shop on the way to work and get a helmet, as my other one was cracked from a previous crash.
Made it to work and was greeted by news director, who shouted, “Look at those saddlebags!” Hilarity ensued.
I am not alone on this planet. There’s another bike parked in the studio. I think it belongs to our audio guy, Spider Monkey.
June 24th, 2008 at 2:32 pm
You go girl! Just don’t end up on somebody’s grill!
June 24th, 2008 at 3:15 pm
Sherri, call Shreveport’s finest and ask for an escort!
June 24th, 2008 at 3:16 pm
Ohh No wait a minute, just use an ambulance as the escort in case of a crash
June 24th, 2008 at 4:37 pm
So you are actually doing it, wow. I don’t know what to say, other than you only payed $70 for gas try $120 for the suv. Speaking of Cedric Glover it wouldn’t kill him to ride a bike to work.
June 24th, 2008 at 4:39 pm
it wouldn’t kill him ? hmm
June 24th, 2008 at 5:43 pm
MAYOR CED RIDES BIKE TO WORK:
mayor ced straddles his 12 gear titanium frame litespeed. he settles on to the custom designed prostate friendly bike saddle. his ‘clip on’ biking shoes lock into the pedals. he peddles furiously reaching a incredible velocity. his helmet is a fiberglass re-enforced peach basket. special made 30x spandex biking shorts with ‘wicking action’ crotch, are begining to spontaniously combust. missing his turn at fairfield and murphy he barrels down old fairfield hill toward line avenue. duranczyk at ch12 breaks into enertaining morning program with a bulletin about unusual seismic activity and wind shear in vicinity of downtown. in effort to stop his death ride mayor ced flails at passing ch3 news truck snatching toupee off rick rowe. cat hair toupee his mayor ced in face blinding him. mayor ced hits produce truck and nabisco cookie van causing horrendious crash. mayor ced survives but contents of van (vanilla wafers) and truck(banannas) are crushed. mayor gets to work and issues proclamation “NANNER PUDDIN DAY.”
June 24th, 2008 at 7:15 pm
I didn’t see the bell on the handle bars? But, that’s about all its missing…
June 24th, 2008 at 8:04 pm
AJW–read my mind. Ian and I so overlooked the bell, which is so loud, it can get beyond an iPod someone is wearing!
June 24th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
That bike is rad.
June 24th, 2008 at 9:17 pm
And, if you really wanna pimp that bi-wheeled contraption, trick out the handle bars with those streamer thingys and put some baseball cards in the spokes… yeah…
June 24th, 2008 at 9:23 pm
When I was in Indiana the Amish had chopper bicycles, maybe I could get one of those and make biking to work cooler, at least for me. Sherri you make it cool, I make it disgusting. When is nanner puddin day?
June 24th, 2008 at 9:36 pm
I do not make biking to work cool! Just ask my co-workers or anyone who has seen me. It’s like childbirth. You have to give up all sense of modesty and just do what it takes to get the job done.
June 24th, 2008 at 9:55 pm
TOMMY ROCKS…..
….Tommy can you expound on possible bike taxi options that await avid bikers…to take non bikers to work….
June 24th, 2008 at 10:06 pm
…..however i dont approve of injuries …even fictious funny ones…..mud flaps to the face and smellin of black cherry…..to sherri.
…as theBoyfriend i WANT to say that….
…who am i kidding….DO YOUR THING TOMMY….HILLARITY SO ENSUES
…gravel embedded in the ears….
June 24th, 2008 at 10:33 pm
the year 2010.
the pedi-cab franchise for shreveport is awarded to bobby jindals brother in law, mohatma jindal. brahma bulls run rampant in the city streets in an effort to make new immigrants feel more at home. when not doing a shift as heart surgeon at WK hosp, pedi-cab driver is whisking lazy natural born americans thru the streets at lightning speed. some of the more ambitious drivers also work a third shift at local liquor stores and motels. (family time)
scandal erupts when sherri (in an effort to obtain discount fares) is caught painting a red dot on forehead and wearing a dirty , torn, unkempt traditional indian female garb. this is quickly dubbed “the sherri sorry sari” affair.
June 25th, 2008 at 8:18 am
AJW- thingys? is that a technical term…what about those round spokes in the tires….i had those, they glowed in the dark that will help sherri find her way home.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:31 am
Day One Report:
I never knew riding one’s bike to work could be so much for for one’s co-workers! The jokes…”Where’s Toto?” and “Can we have a parade?” The streamers made out of news scripts, taped to my handlebars. The business cards in my spokes!
I was seriously tired last night from the commute. So tired, I woke up in the middle of the night, wondering where my son was. I texted him…no answer. Texted again…no answer. I got up, only to see him sleeping in his room.
Also, Ian equipped me with so many flashing lights, I actually think drivers ahead of me thought they were being pulled over. Citizens arrest! Citizens arrest!
It takes more preparation and planning, but I love the feeling commuting this way gives me. I’m more energized at work. And no, I don’t smell bad. If you shower before you go, you can avoid that sort of thing.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:36 am
So how far are we talking Sherry? I mean seriously I work like 12 miles from my house.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:37 am
Sorry, I don’t know why I put a y on that.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:41 am
We’re not talking far…maybe 5-6 miles. I just have to carry so much stuff to and from work that it’s for sure a workout. When it’s loaded up, it’s very difficult to pick up my bike.
June 25th, 2008 at 9:49 am
i could have your stuff delievered to the station
June 25th, 2008 at 12:32 pm
That would mean the use of an 18-wheeler and would ruin the whole point of riding the bike.
June 25th, 2008 at 12:48 pm
good point mel
June 25th, 2008 at 1:29 pm
Ha…Mel!
June 25th, 2008 at 7:43 pm
Gurl you know you got all those products and such!