Longboard Commute


Since losing both (main and spare) bike lock keys, my bike has been out of commission. Numerous attempts have been made to free it from the bike rack with zero success. As a result of my inability to lead a life that requires keys, I've fallen back to relying on my longboard for shlepping to and fro work.

Bike or no bike, I've loved speeding through my 0.8 mile commute from train to the office. It reminds me that I have a perfectly capable, resilient body. And my body wants few things more than to feel like it's flying. Honestly, is there a better way to wake yourself up by the time you park your butt in the desk chair for the day?

if i wasn't deathly scared of getting hit by a car, i'd also pipe this to my ears