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susanstinsonWhoohoo! I pried off the tire, slung it around my neck and plodded downtown for the bus to Florence. At the bus stop, I was treated to a monologue by a guy whose wife had thrown him out of the house last week because, the story went, she thought his nerve medicine was heroin. I declined his request to assist him with atm card limit troubles. (Him: It's just across the street! There's nothing wrong with that! I'll give you my code and everything. Me: Don't give me your code. I'm a stranger. And I'm not going across the street, I'm waiting for a bus...) Men on the bus were talking to me, too, and a guy at the food store, said, "I like your necklace." That was my bike tire. Wearing a bike tire seems to make a person look approachable.
$5.95 for a tube, purchase of yogurt and bread that I'd run out of since I've been without the trike, bus ride to the Academy of Music, trudge home with groceries, tire, Jonathan Edwards shopping bag and aching knees, just to remind me why I love that trike so much, tire on rim, innertube inflated to 40, with some help from my thoughtful landlord, and it's (fingers crossed) good to go. This is, I admit, kind of a thrill.
$5.95 for a tube, purchase of yogurt and bread that I'd run out of since I've been without the trike, bus ride to the Academy of Music, trudge home with groceries, tire, Jonathan Edwards shopping bag and aching knees, just to remind me why I love that trike so much, tire on rim, innertube inflated to 40, with some help from my thoughtful landlord, and it's (fingers crossed) good to go. This is, I admit, kind of a thrill.