Ouch.
Like any good tool, it didn't take long for my bicycle to go from something that existed in my environment to something that was part of my embodied self. It was a force multiplier. It made my stride extend over blocks. It extended my legs--engineered to the standards of the savanna--into a form suited for the suburbs and the city. And some fucker, some tool of the other sort, hacked off this part of me. My truncated bicycle, with its rear wheel gone, is sitting in the racks of Alewife Station and I have no idea what to do. How do I get to the the bike shop without a bicycle? Woe.
And all this on the day of materialistic triumph. On Sunday night, I was coming home from Brookline with my shiny new iPod. My brand-new, holier-than-thou-look-at-me-save-Africa red iPod. The iPod that I had talked up on the T like a fanboy of the worst sort. Such was my frame of mind when I saw what was left of my bike. So after "ouch" and "damn" and "fuck," the next thought that went through my mind was that I had had it coming. An alternate, and incompatible, theory is that this is some sort of angry G-d thing, since I still haven't made the donation to the Lubavitchers in Swampscott that was the cost of the bike.
The plan is to take the bus a bit more the next few days and reclassify getting the road bike to need-it-to-live instead of luxury. More likely, I'm just going march the bike up the Minuteman Trail to Arlington, awkwardly.
And all this on the day of materialistic triumph. On Sunday night, I was coming home from Brookline with my shiny new iPod. My brand-new, holier-than-thou-look-at-me-save-Africa red iPod. The iPod that I had talked up on the T like a fanboy of the worst sort. Such was my frame of mind when I saw what was left of my bike. So after "ouch" and "damn" and "fuck," the next thought that went through my mind was that I had had it coming. An alternate, and incompatible, theory is that this is some sort of angry G-d thing, since I still haven't made the donation to the Lubavitchers in Swampscott that was the cost of the bike.
The plan is to take the bus a bit more the next few days and reclassify getting the road bike to need-it-to-live instead of luxury. More likely, I'm just going march the bike up the Minuteman Trail to Arlington, awkwardly.