From Joy Beeson@21:1/5 to All on Mon Dec 30 21:44:57 2019
Monday, 30 December 2010
When I washed dishes this afternoon, I finally remembered to include
the two water bottles that have been sitting on the counter ever since
I took my bike in for an overhaul.
Just in time; on Saturday, the mechanic said that he was expecting my
new panniers on Tuesday, and everything else was good to go.
I had stopped by the Trailhouse on my way to Owen's (local sub-chain
of Kroger) on the flatfoot.
I swore off riding the flatfoot outside the village because the design
of the machine prevents one from pushing a pedal hard enough to get up
steerage way, and I hate being halfway across an intersection while
still frantically pushing with my feet. It doesn't help that the
crown of the road makes every such start slightly uphill.
But I have walked that distance more than once, so I thought that I
could just put my mind in pedestrian mode, use the sidewalk after
passing the Boathouse, and walk across every intersection.
But I found the two-thousand-foot ride to the Trailhouse such a slog
that I went home and got the car. Which gave me a one-o'clock curfew
for getting back, because the truck is also in the shop and Dave
wanted to go out in the afternoon. On the other hand, it meant that I
could buy more stuff than would fit into the dinky little basket on