Geekly fresh bike.

With all the brew-hah about biking and walking and not owning a car, one would think there would be more photos of said means of transportation on this here blog. Well, there have been enough pictures of my feet, and one of my big toes is sprained now and healing from having the skin pulled away from the base of my nail (yeah, it’s gross) from the second time I fell going up steps in flip-flops. Though, in my defense, it’s probably because my asshole landlord uses the cheap contractor whenever they can, and these hardly five year old steps are ricketty-bicketty-skicketty, and I blame them. Officially. I cut the old flip-flops up and got rid of them before I stopped bleeding. Tevas all the way now. I have a fresh new pair of cheap black ones that I refuse to wear until I get to Baltimore.

So, to the point, this is my nerdy bike. When I bought it, I asked the nice guy at the bike shop to help me pick a “wussy bike” for riding around town. He directed me away from cruisers (which I was digging a lot) because everything is so damned spread out in this part of the country, even “small cities” like Carbondale. I’m in love with this 30-pound sumbitch, and I think I need to name him. I was thinking of Kip, after the bomb-defusing fellow with the nice hair in The English Patient who liked to ride a motorbike. Maybe Ernesto after Mr. Hemingway. Snowball III after the line of cars we had. Not sure. Maybe I’ll call him Johnny’s Bike or My Bike or Get Your Hands Off My Gear or Twenty-Four Gears With No Fears. Etc. I don’t think that Punk Ass Bike (PAB) works with that luggage rack for toting recyclables.

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