Wednesday, June 09, 2004 BaltiMore
This afternoon I rode my bike out to Charles Village and got my hair did. On the way, I was pretty pleased with myself, because here I was, a bike person. It didn't matter that I'd been too lazy to mount my new U-Lock onto the frame, because I could keep it in my enormous purse, and it didn't matter that my purse kept sliding around and getting in the way of my knees. Other things that didn't matter: it was like, a hundred degrees today, and I am from a delicate, grub-like people who should not head outdoors in the hot sun. It didn't matter that I'd kept meaning to take the big toe-clips off the pedals, but hadn't, and that they kept dragging on the pavement.
On the way home, I was less pleased. Somehow, the chain had slipped and tangled and jammed. I yanked at it for a while, and then started walking home, dragging my idiot bike beside me. About ten blocks later, a middle-aged man with a slightly bandaged leg wound stopped as he passed me in the opposite direction. He laughed at me, then flipped the bike right over and put the chain back where it was supposed to be. I thanked him, and he laughed at me some more.
As I hopped back on the bike, another young man who, it seemed, had been walking the same way I had said, "You mean you just had the chain wrong? For all this time?"
"Yes, that's about right," I said. He laughed, too.
This is what they mean when they call it Charm City!
posted by Frenz | 6/09/2004 11:45:00 PM
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