Independence (from cars) Day and 10 reasons I love to bike

I just lost 2,800 pounds and to be honest I'm still feeling pretty queasy about it. I grew up in Southern California where the car is everything. It's a status symbol, personal identity and just about the only way to get around the suburban sprawl. When I was 16 my first car was freedom from school, parental bondage and a ticket to every gay bar within a 50 mile radius. I've never been so giddy with joy as I was the first day I took the wheel beside my driving instructor. Look out world here I come!

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Hello Cruel world!

Recently I was on a commuting train that was already crowded and getting more so with each stop. We were all sharing our personal space, being flexible with our boundaries, breathing other people's breath, feeling like we were being buried alive, etc. There seemed to be a general malaise settling over the train as we resigned ourselves to being human sardines in a swaying tin, until the doors opened once again and she entered.

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Four sentences that really matter

Much like Cinderella I was partially raised by an evil stepmother. This woman did terrible things to me. For example she forbid me from drinking soda and insisted I drink sparkling water instead. She considered rice cakes to be a very important food group and banished chips from the house. When I angered her, she would make me sit on an oriental rug for minutes at a time thinking about what I'd done. She also insisted I write a thank you note for every single gift I ever got, which at the time was a monumentally annoying task that seemed to take the good old fashioned fun and spontaneity out of gift receiving.

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