ohnos my bike!
it was really a lovely ride to work. the rain kept the air fresh, and the mostly empty wet scenes that fill my commute had that cold grey color. my tires were slopping up dirt and wet and i could hear them roll over the wet pavement in the mostly still atmosphere. i got very near to work and went to cross over some old rail tracks in the street slick with rain when i felt a sudden jerk. in the brief flight that followed i thought to myself "my hands are about to get skinned again". impact and tumble. when i looked back to my bike the grin on my face left over from the fall changed to what i can only describe as 'super-bummed'. i picked up my frame and held up my once-round wheel that must have gotten jammed in the old rail-car tracks that i had crossed. i looked at some nearby construction workers who were staring at me to see if i was ok. "look at my fuckin' wheel man" i whined. i noticed blood all over my hand, hoisted my bike on the shoulder and walked the rest of the way to work. i love that bike :(
ohnos my bike!
ohnos my bike!