Faster than I thought
Faster than I thought, faster than I thought.
I have been, for the last few years, riding an old Figi mountain bike with the thought that maybe I am not as strong or fast as I used to be. I have ridden this thing for hundreds of miles and never seeming to over come the feeling of ridding with the brakes on. To over come that feeling I would take the long way home, pump harder and longer, and try to bring myself to exaustion before I got home from my short ride from work. I did this as often as I had the energy, and sometimes when I didn’t. On my trips to work I would try to make it from light to light with traffic. (Not keep up with traffic but to just make it from one light to the next before it turns and the cars go. ) My to work method worked sometimes and resulted in sitting in the beer cooler for a few minutes just to cool down before clocking in for work. I would from time to time greese the wheel bearings, lube the chain and make sure my tires had air. With that said, ridding that bike was like ridding in the mud. About a month ago while ridding home from work around three in the morning, peddling my ass off, my foot slipped. Now it didn’t slip in the usual way either, my foot slammed to the ground with a metalic clank, my other foot holding my body weight up at an uncomfortable angle after spinning backwards to the down position. The chain still intact, I realized that the peddle and crank arm snapped clean off the bike. I am half way home (which isn’t far) and now I am walking.
I wanted to go right out the next day and get anew bike; then life got in the way, christmas, cars breaking, baby being born… you know, everything that can happen will happen. Around a week ago I got tierd enough of watching my belly ground. My lovely wife knowing what bike I wanted went out and secured me one before the holiday rush finished them off. She brought it up to work so I could ride it home. At the end of my shift I aired up the tires with a hand pump, mounted my steed and like a profecional cyclest I was off… It didn’t last long because I was home in like three minutes, no really, like three minutes. Yeah that was increadable, I was ready to ride until morning. My new shwin tourist is pretty quick mover.
I am always told that the smaller the tires the easier it is to peddle and the faster you can go. I believe those truth sayers now. I have ridden to work everyday since except Christmas. I am loving it, I want to just get out and go until I can’t go any futher and have my lovely wife come get me.
Needless to say, I am happy.
Harvey is now almost twenty days old and is picking up his head and looking around. He makes pucker lips all the time and really love the teet. He is still so tiny and I hold him when I can since I am never home. Reagan is all the more attatched to me now than he has been ever. My budy and me. Macey is all the help with mama.
January 5th I am planning on another Eat the weeds class. Reagan and I went to one six months ago or so. I am not sure if he is going woth me this time, as I would like a little more time to pay attention to what Green Dean has to say on our walk in the park.
Up until what you are reading I am at work writing this, after the dots I’ll be home writing this so I can add some more to this…
A few days have past since I started this post.
I am still riding the Shwin and loving it.
Michael Trump 
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