The past five days of what some would call a workweek collectively literally a slow leak in more ways than one a hard row to hoe figuratively let me count the ways today I do not want to ride or even touch a bike practically however we do not have a choice on this as we do not own or flex a zip car and specifically the last thing I want to do today is fix a flaccid flat tire after riding it out for 40.33 hours at Dog & Pony Legal Messengers every day fulltime and not just 3 or 4 or when I fucking feel like it and the second to last thing I want to do today on this misty Saturday is ride my bike to Magnuson Park to buy some blown-out chamois skinsuits or some gently-worn brake pads or some shark-finned chainrings or some long-reach dual pivots for my girlfriend’s bike for the day when she’s ready to ditch the 27” wheels and say hello to 700c. See. This is my February. Add Comment
don't get me wrong...but the next to next to last thing I want to do today is ride my bike with Dave Hiller and 3,567 other people on Bainbridge Island. Today I'm not chilly and I'm not hilly either I'm a grocery getter I'm a cat sitter I'm a utility cyclist and today is my Sunday.
