To get to the house that I’m staying at, you can utilize three modes of transportation: the bus, a cab or your legs. Obviously using your legs is the most economical way to get to the top of the hill, which is about 6 short blocks from the bottom. A cab is the most expensive but the quickest, and the bus, well, it only comes every 20 minutes so it’s up to you.
And while I use my legs to get down the hill, I have to contemplate what I use to get back up it because it is one damn steep hill. Coming to the bottom of the hill from town takes about 25 minutes, and it took me an additional 12 minutes to walk up the few short blocks one day. It was very hot out that day too.
I try to walk as much as I can so that I can “have the legs of a stallion” and until today, I wasn’t sure if the pink cheeks after were worth it.
While walking up the hill today after going to the post office, I saw a little boy, maybe 7 years old, Razor scootering uphill and thought, “Damn. If he’s trying that hard, walking up this hill can’t be that bad.
I never imagined a Razor scooter would put me in my place.