a spoonful of ethos
My bagel knife took a shot at my good-hearted morning handling and decided to attack Tuesday. Less than twelve hours later, I punctured my first tire, luckily just one mile out of town. But, I wasn’t watching my bagel-cutting that morning as carefully as I usually would and my tire was already as thin as would hold a pressure.
Following a quick tune-up of my bike last night with Chase, we decided to take some laps around the drillfield. We weaved through throngs of orientation freshmen who were sitting in 20-person circles with their upperclassmen leaders, likely providing a decent distraction from the unnecessarily serious and forced conversation.
Typing with my left index finger wrapped in a band-aid is more difficult done than said. Riding on some newer, slicker, racier tires is wonderful. Standing for 10 hours of the day, shifting postures and positions, and awkwardly propping myself like a flamingo to alleviate discomfort in my legs, is all a moderately painful and less-than-exhilarating dance.
At least I remembered to grab my cinnamon sugar container before leaving home this morning. When could I ever turn down a toasted bagel with cinnamon sugar?
July 19th, 2007 at 4:32 pm
Was your deflation as rapid as that of the tire? I can hear the groan now.