For months I've been shopping
for a cargo van, Ford or Chevy, something
plain, reliable, with a security partition
and not too much glass in back, ripe to be
dual purposed for work and camping.
I get a dozen craigslist alerts a day and have
passed up some beauties. I even emailed a
couple of sellers but nothing came of it.
The guy I've been doing work for lets me
use his truck, so I've been slowly seduced
into daydreaming about mag wheels,
hideaway toolbins, and a love loft.
But with the truck in the shop, I've had
to make do the way I'm used to--by bike.
The nipples and fittings for faucet
replacement fit easily in my shoulderbag,
roll of Pex
went over my head like a ringtoss. It felt great
to be out there pedaling
with a purpose coming back from hardware
store, across sun-dappled sidewalks,
a spring-like day in July, a
Seattle summer specialty. It's been 19 years
I owned a motor vehicle. Why go back to that
lifestyle now? "Things
time," as the
Tombrowskis say. Riding makes the commute
a pleasure, and
after work I took back my time, slow-rolled
along a new route to the lake.