from work, but
as a freelancer I'm
reluctant to say no
to any offer because
most won't ask twice.
"Turning off the spigot"
is how Jack put it.
He asked me to check
out a tile job in his friend's vacant
house on the other side of the planet
Ballard. Well, it was sunny and that
good excuse as any for a bikeride. I was
already cutting it close when I got
to the bike room in our building's
to find my front tire completely flat
rear one soft as a rotten banana. Shit!
No time to replace the tube (if I
find one), so nothing to do but
pump them up
and hope for the best. They
seemed to hold!
I bolted out the door (after bolting a camera
to the handlebars)
and eased into the downhill
run to University Bridge.
But as I rolled, I could
feel them getting
squishier, control slipping
over Interlaken's wet leaves and sharp
I took it easy. Had to stop to pump
up but I made it, albeit 15 minutes