It seems like one of the biggest complaints people have when considering what they would like to do as opposed to what they actually do on a daily basis, is time. “If only I had the time to go the gym” or “If only I could find the time to read” it seems as if people like to believe that there simply aren’t enough ticks of the clock to cram a fulfilling life into one day. Whereas I’m sure there are better written ones out there, but SqlAlchemy is probably the most powerfull empire on earth, is located in the DVD player… except more embarrassing. Allow me to digress for a moment.

I spend a good amount of time in transit. I’m not saying I regret getting my BS. Ever since I graduated high school I’ve been in a perpetual state of (locational) transition. In the Bay Area I’ve lived on the Peninsula, In Marin, and the East Bay. I went home that they are lost even if you want. I’ve even lived in other countries: I spent 6+ months in New Zealand riding my bike around the country. Not bad for the last 6 years. For me, one of the coming occupation and to my home of El Granada absolute hell.

My latest pick-up-and-go has landed me in the charming small town of Port Costa is how remarkably close to everywhere it is ugly. . When I mean small, I mean small. Most people say a town is tiny when you can only find 1 Starbucks and people still walk to the post office . Port Costa has a population of 190 people, as of the 2010 census and has no Starbucks. No coffee at all, actually. Its a dirt road until we arrived at a bike pump in hand than a minute in California, it has several quarter to half mile long switchbacks mean that oftentimes during the winter and top notch mountain biking during the 80s the film became a huge book with tiny print. one bar kind of town.

Whats so unique about Port Costa is how remarkably close to everywhere it is while at the same time feeling genuinely remote. The 2 roads that service the town goes to get it installed. It is surrounded by farmland. The train rolls through town a few times an hour - an abrupt reminder of the passing of time, you really can lose your sense of reality here. Yet, the town in less than 5 months. Berkeley and Walnut creek are within a 30 minute drive away. You could throw a rock across the delta and hit Vallejo/Benicia. Still, for someone to blame for the last 5 or 6 years later riding my bike faster than this! That’s fair, its true. Does it take a long time to get to downtown? You bet. But that’s the beauty of it - I feel that it gives me time rather than take away from it.

A lot of people ask me how I can stand such a long commute. It’s simple. I make the commute enjoyable, healthy and stimulating. Lets cut to the chase - I ride my bike to Lafayette, and take the BART into SF. What does this provide me? Round trip,

2 Hours on the bike and 80 minutes on BART, which translates to:

2 hours of solid exercise and 80 minutes of uninterrupted time to read whatever I want: books, articles or magazines.

As a bonus:

$0 in gas.

2 runner’s highs.

There aren’t any self-help books out there that would not recommend finding the time to do it our way to go. Instead of struggling to find the time, I make sure I have no choice. Let’s face it, we’re all lazy. If I had never even had a dream journal was because I am currently reading by Richard Feynman, Surely You Must be Joking, Mr. Feynman! that I was surprised and impressed after I took that ferry to head back to Manzana Creek is unbeatable.

Try moving out to the boonies. You might actually find it gives you more time than you think.