Thursday, November 8, 2012

Year of the Rabbit Dragon

The corner of Stewart St. and Waterloo
One, single day. That's how short of a year I came without a wreck.

I swore off wrecks. No longer were they funny, no longer were they thought of as just the cost of doing business.

I made it 364 days.

Almost exactly 364 days, to the hour as a matter of fact, after Nick and I slammed into each other and I broke my ass.

I was heading home from Jeremiah's after a little election night TV watching. As I pedaled, feeling good about the future, I skillfully maneuvered onto the Fremont Bridge approach. The air had a nip in it, a nice nip, like a teething puppy.

I wouldn't say I was going too fast, or that I was too stoned, or that I was feeling too good about the future, but I leaned into a gentle turn and my front wheel slipped on a wet metal sidewalk panel. Before I knew what was happening, my brand new frame disappeared from beneath me. Vanished. Poof.


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I like this show, but really, there is nothing else on.

the evergreen state legalized it today. Suck it, oregon.