The Rolling what?!

The Rolling Expletive.

Why "The Rolling Expletive"?

Because I bike. Everywhere. Everywhere I can that is. I bike to work; I bike to the store (when I don't have a lot of milk or wine to buy!) I bike to the gym! I bike to the pub; I bike to Fenway Park (cheapest parking around!)

I bike because it just makes more sense, most times. Its often faster, and if not, it doesn't take that much longer. Its cheaper. It is sooooo much better for you. It eats up calories and cranks out endorphins.

But, I have to admit, it isn't always easy. I'm as lazy as most people. (well...) It isn't always a joy to jump on that bike. I hate hills, and even more, I hate wind. And these two elements were the genesis of my moniker. Riding home from work along the Charles River, one can almost invariably encounter a west wind. The last thing one needs at the end of a long work day is a 14 mile an hour wind beating into your face. "Expletive!" But if you want to get home, you have to ride through it. Once away from the river, the ride home is all incline. "Expletive!" And naturally, the last half mile of the ride is straight uphill. (there'd be an expletive there too except that I'm usually too busy coughing up a lung to throw out one!) And of course, I ride in the city. Need I say more?!
Cars cut you off. "Expletive!"
Cars drive too close. "Expletive!"
Cars honk at you from two feet away. "Expletive!"
Potholes seem to appear spontaneously as you approach. "Expletive!"
I've been forced off the road twice by an MBTA bus. "Double Expletive!"
I could go on except I wouldn't want to deter anyone from riding (?!)

"The Rolling Expletive" was the obvious label.

So next time you're on the Esplanade bike path, (or on the ride hand lane of Beacon Street outbound, or in the parking lot of Trader Joe's in Brookline,) and you see an enormous looking pothole, think of me. It was probably the remnants of my latest commuting "F-bomb"!