As you can imagine if you've ever lived in Small Town America, it's tough making your way without a car—especially in New England, with its five-month, snow-dumping winters. And in Vermont, just to keep us on our toes, we have the added perks of dirt roads, infrequent plowing, inconsiderate and/or uninformed drivers, and inadequate street lighting. Not to mention the occasional lung-busting hill.
Still, my partner and I managed. Sure, half our morning commute was spent trudging over a gravel-covered rail yard, and sure, in winter the snow had a tendency to pile up 18 inches high over that same unplowed (and unlit) gravel rail yard, but we persevered. Vermont would not break us. Bike Life! One Less Car!
Alas, we moved, and one great, merciless hill did us in. Suffice it to say, this was the mother of steep, dangerous hills, which—though fun to fly down in the morning—was not so much fun climbing back up at night. Three winters (her) and two winte
Dennis Pacheco is the Web Editorial Assistant and cartoonist-in-residence at Chelsea Green. He attended the School of Visual Arts in New York, where he majored in cartooning. He lives in downtown White River Junction with his partner, Robyn, and their cat, Marty McFly.