It is start­ing to get cold enough that I am an­tic­i­pat­ing the end of bike-ride-to-work sea­son. I was sur­prised this morn­ing to feel a pang of re­gret over this. The ear­ly morn­ing ex­er­cise, con­cen­tra­tion and sur­pris­es [like the ground­hog across from the VTR] helped me be a bet­ter work­er.

That was writ­ten yes­ter­day. There is a unique sa­vor to self-in­flict­ed irony. I went ass-over-teaket­tle last night on my way to a meet­ing about crime in Tremont. I was mugged by the side­walk but it on­ly took my dig­ni­ty. The dam­age re­port is a scraped left palm, abrad­ed left cheek, bust­ed chin, bro­ken left toe and bro­ken right el­bow. That’s what I get for rid­ing down the side­walk too fast, and us­ing my front brake too much. If I get my wis­dom teeth out to­mor­row I’ll look like I be­long to a fight club.

I’ve al­ways want­ed to learn how to do more shit south­paw any­way.

3 thoughts on “Teakettle

  1. Oh crap, I hate when that hap­pens. I hope you re­cov­er ful­ly and con­tin­ue to ride.
    I went over the bars this sum­mer. Luckily the on­ly thing that broke was my bike’s rear de­raileur hang­er. On the plus side I learned what a de­raileur hang­er is, how it helps to keep the frame from get­ting dam­aged and where to buy a new one. I found a re­place­ment at Fidrich’s of all places af­ter search­ing with­out much luck on the net.
    Hopefully some pos­i­tives will come out of this for you.

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