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K,

You asked me to blog about my new pedicabbing job. Well, in my first three days, I haven’t been able to focus on the finer, more bloggable aspects of the job. It’s truly been an adrenaline-fueled blur of passing traffic, scattered thunderstorms, almost sunburns, sore legs, dehydration, and drunk people. Besides the mental complexities of learning one-way streets, locating downtown hotels, and calculating fares, I’ve also dealt with a flurry of physical obstacles like the ones listed above.

I’ve met a lot of really nice people - both passengers and other bikers. One of the coolest, most genuine people I’ve met is Mark, a 46-year old pedicabber who writes a really excellent blog detailing the ins, outs, and idiosyncrasies of this crazy occupation.

Once I settle into a pedicabbing rhythm, I will write at a greater length about the job. Until then, I suggest you follow Mark’s writings to get a sense of the experience. It’s worth going back through old posts and seeing what he wrote about different events, like the Final Four and Mardi Gras. It really gives you a good sense of what the job, and, more essentially, what the city is all about.