Am enjoying riding my bike to work. It is a great way to start the day, it is a nice way to end the work day. Have enjoyed the solidarity with my bike commuters as we meet and have our RIGHTEOUS meetings at traffic lights, or give that way cool head nod as we pass each other.
It is a super cool bike commuter thing, you probably wouldn't understand it.
Last night I received my introduction to Boy Scout preparedness as a bike commuter. For the record, I must say I was never allowed to be a boy scout. I guess I couldn't pass their standards - they must have been able to see that I was a left leaning socialist muckraker at my early age - plus my Mommy just would not be a den mother; after getting sick of the hassle after being brother Bruce's den mother. Because of this neglect from my childhood, I was totally unprepared for what happened last night.
Last night I had a flat tire a mile into my ride home. Sheeet! All that righteous bonding brotherhood collaboration of my fellow bike commuting gang disappeared. I tried to pump the tire but found the leak too strong. Began my walk back to the office. Was shunned and avoided by two bikers. No eye contact made, one zoomed by, one changed direction. I got back to the shop, drove to the West Seattle bike shop, purchased an emergency spare tube (a must have I have now discovered), a groovy little tool to get the tire off and a patch kit. Drove back to the shop (and YES Peter, I bought a 24 oz Pabst Blue Ribbon and OPENED it in the car), fixed the tire, finished my beer and road home. I got home at 9:00.
A nice day.
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I thought you seemed a little too light-hearted after your mishap. Now I know it was the Pabst.
I am now taking bets to see how long you keep up this daily bicycle commute before you give in to the comfort of heated car seats (just kidding).
And as for that new bike commuter attitude you have adopted: lose it!
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