auf wiedersehn, mein Puch; ich liebe dich.
the man who sat beside me on the metro tonight smelled like he had shit himself. being pinned in the already too-small seat betwixt said smelly fellow and the left window only intensified my already full-hearted resentment toward being forced to ride the train tonight. usually at that moment i am weaving in and out of traffic, pedaling and hanging on for dear life in the pursuit to feel alive, via bicycle. but that freedom was taken from me by a petty thief tuesday. my bicycle is gone, and my livelihood lessened. on the bright side, though: at i least dont go around offending people because i smell like i shit myself. life could be worse.
posted by Jared Ragland at 8/09/2007 08:46:00 PM
6 Comments:
i'm glad there was a brightside.
sniff. forever i will hear its creeeak! creeeak! as you push harder on the pedals. but! can't you hear the voices of 2,000 bicycles calling your name? they are each vying to rescue you from mass transit insanity. and on saturday night, you shall ride again.
i'm starting to think that maybe they're trying to get away and/or have suicidal tendencies. are you oiling them good and changing the tires? singing to them? either way, i think it's time for one with a kickstart and leather fringe on the seat and chrome.
joe, you want that for me only to live vicariously. however, i'm happy to oblige.
im with joe on this one. however, i think its not abuse that the bikes are running from, its neglect. maybe they dont see enough of the road, get to know other nice bikes, or perhaps it's speed and danger that they are craving... bicycles are social machines and their needs must be addressed!
motorcycles are loners I think. they are proabably more suited for time alone in a garage, long winding empty roads, and long lasting companionship... the kind of repore that is unspoken but fundamental for identity and survival. A relationship akin to that of an army man and his gun, a cowboy and his horse, or a hipster and his chucks.
be mindful of cars turning left.
you have some seriously bad bicycle karma.
someone recently stole my bike seat and kicked off my kickstand. i was bummed, but it pales in comparison to your wreck and loss.
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