November 6, 2009 - Bicycle ride
Dear the wind at the top of the Williamsburg Bridge,
What the hell? Did I piss you off somehow? We need to talk.
Yours,
Stopped in at the bikeshop and was told that my pads are worn through, and that my grips are on wrong, and my chain is rattly, and my spokes are loose. And that I am a big guy. Which I am. The bike guy was cranky as a matter of policy but he also educated me on spoke-tightening, which has some ritualistic aspects, and painted a picture of the consequences if I do not keep a tight set of spokes. It could be worse than Hiroshima.
In the store women talk to me. Not boiling with lust, mind, not even flirting, they just see me as a customer. Other monkeys acknowledge. Going back next week for new pads.
| Food | Qty | Calories |
|---|---|---|
| Bicycle ride, 1 hr. | -500 | |
| Total | -500 |