Flat Tires
I keep getting flat tires during my rides. In less than a month I’ve gotten two flats in remote sections of each ride’s respective trail. The first flat was on Three Sisters trail in Evergreen. I somehow managed to rip a huge gash in my tube and found myself pedaling on my rim just as I was rounding a tight switchback. I’m still not sure what I actually hit that caused such a big flat. At the time I didn’t have a spare tube or a pump so I had to walk about 2 miles back to the trail head. My second flat was last night on the furthest section (naturally) of the Community Ditch trail at Marshall Mesa. I had decided not to bring tools or a spare tube because the trail I was planning to ride was a short loop and I was originally just...
Through the Eye of a Needle
Over lunch in NYC on Sunday: ‘Look at that!’ ‘What?’ ‘That crazy old driver keeps bumping the Beamer with his van.’ ‘Guess parking spots are hard to find. ‘ ‘I’d be pissed if that was my 745.’ 10 minutes later. ‘Looks like van-guy finally squeezed his car into the spot.’ ‘Too bad for the Beamer, eh?’ ‘Could have managed it sooner if he’d of cut off the bumpers. ‘ ‘Pass the ketchup please.’
Toastmasters Fugue
I felt like I was in a Wes Anderson film today. If Anderson filmed a one-act play it would open with a close up of my face quietly chewing my Sierra Turkey sandwich. Occasionally I’d take a slurp of water, but then I’d return to rhythmically chewing. Gradually sounds of talking would overcome the sounds of mastication and instead of my face one would see the first speaker at my Toastmasters meeting smile under the glare of dull florescent lights. This epic study of incongruity would continue as the first speaker presented with perfect Wilsonian laid-back incoherence. Total self-confidence, totally absurd. The camera would slowly pan back to my face, giving viewers the chance to behold the dazed expressions in the audience before my mouth filled the...