so much depends
upon
a red pair of
wheels
or any other colour, for that matter. repossessed of a bike, and nearly everything changes. that the vehicle's brakes were highly qualified and warned against before the act of loanage seems either to have been rhetorical or—more probably—an implicit commentary on my standards: the set of brakes upon which i normally "rely" are in far worse condition, but i have never counted them among my lacks (perhaps because i rarely use such).
now (or after i manage to plead the use of a wrench, likely using the Meek and Wisping Facade, and ratchet up the seat about 12 centimeters) the serious exploration of the many southern ports of Indiana begins. Terra Haute holds unrivaled allure—if only i could figure out how to pronounce its name. and Evansville for the early sunrise illusion of Central Time....
furthermore, never again will i be forced to comply with all the stacked decks in the plot to rend asunder the hitherto proximal Bloomington and Indianapolis. i will factor in 3 hours for the trip; i will emerge the undisputed victor: from Indianapolis, the world appears possible.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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Yay! Bike!
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