Commitment
“The great thing about being on the back,” I heard behind me one morning, “is that I don’t need to keep my eyes open."
Two Wheeled Parenting
The happy babble from the stoker’s seat reminded me that I was decidedly not solo on this particular climb. Whatever minuscule quota of lung-sucking-quads-on-fire-No-Talking time I was allocated had apparently expired. On the steepest part of the corner I interrupted her.
Welcome HAHA
Like any good affair, we showed up suspiciously disheveled and slightly concerned about how we might smell in public places, invented excuses for why dinner might be late and showed up at teachers conferences a bit overly clean and Daysi’s hair suspiciously wet.
Constellations
I was, once again, in full survival mode with even worse pavement than Route 12, and with just as little shade as on my journey the Sierra Nevada in ’84. Different geographies. Different decades. Same place.
Trashed
A new bike will cure almost all afflictions; especially useful in the treatment of ague, melancholy, bad humours of the blood and troubled relationships. The treatment is a bit more expensive than the venerable practice of bloodletting but with less mess and similar efficacy.