Nature and My Secret Obsession

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the Dahon Espresso.

I daydream about this guy. Mostly when I'm sitting in the invariable traffic I hit commuting by car from New Haven to Darien. If you don't know the route, it's about 45 minutes without traffic, but it's taken me 2.5 hours more than once. Now, that's every day. And frequently on weekends. On the worst days, I want to think about taking mass transit. I love my car, truly. For road trips, but the commute is making me crazy. I'm driving something like 3 hours a day on average.

It's not just about the commute. Yes, I could use the time on the train productively, but blah blah hippie heart, blah blah emissions. You think about it too, reader. It's important to me, and even though I get pretty good mileage, every mile puts toxins in the air, and every car off the road helps. < /end politics>

I visit the specs page about once a week, if only to try to eyeball whether it will hide neatly beside the copy machine. If I squint at the picture I can almost imagine it there.

Looking directly at it, wondering where would to find eye contact on a bicycle, I send it my most sincere promise: "Soon, my love."