What is Nandapocentrism?
I moved to the greater Boston area (near enough to the Red Line, far enough not to drown in a non-extreme Tsunami) in the last days of 2011, and my husband was able to join me a few weeks later. Because I fall into the personal-bicycle-blog-creating demographic, and we have moved so far from our small-town friends/family I fear judgement and reprisal from my peers if I don’t keep the world adequately updated on my personal life. Unfortunately, my life isn’t that interesting because it revolves around work, eating, and bicycles.
Prior to this recent move, I lived in a particularly lovely small college town south of the Mason-Dixon Line and part of my job responsibilities there included maintaining a blog for my employer. I really enjoyed that part of my job and figured that I could continue to get the diva-like feeling of stardom from writing my own blog.
I currently own two bicycles. I commute on one, a modern mixte, wearing my everyday clothes and sometimes a mushroom-like helmet. I generally look less competent than I am. When I ride the other bike, a generic aluminum road bike, I generally wear an odd assortment of hand-me-down jerseys and sample-sale shorts. I look much faster and more color-blind than I am.
I generally stop for pedestrians and curse at cars that impede my forward progress.