When I need supplies for the house, I like to go to the Dollar General. It’s not because the DG has a great selection or fabulous quality or even fantastic prices.
It’s because it’s less than two miles from my house.
And I can ride my bicycle.
And with gas prices hovering around $4.00 per gallon, I love the old Sonic Flyer as much as ever.
I love the basket on the front. Sure, it’s kind of beat up and it’s held on with wire ties, but it works. It holds shampoo bottles and boxes of Q-tips and such just fine.
Last time I went to the DG, I loaded up my own bags — a canvas tote, a burlap shoulder bag, and a nylon backback — because those flimsy yellow things they call bags hardly keep from tearing when you throw them in your car. They’re a lot worse if you’re trying to carry them on your bike. So when the cashier checked me out I bagged my own items. Then I stuffed the canvas bag in the basket, slung the burlap bag over my chest, and hooked the backpack over my shoulders. And Red Flame and I pedaled back home.
And I thought to myself, someone else observing me might think I’m a tree hugger. I’m avoiding carbon emissions by not driving my car. I’m avoiding adding to landfills by not using disposable bags.
That’s all wonderful. Pollution is bad, and I don’t want to contribute to that.
But the reality is that I’m cheap. I don’t want to pay for stuff if I don’t have to. So if I can bike to the store and save my gasoline for some other trip, I’ll do it.