A certain amount of fortitude is required to do a post anymore. In the old days, all I needed was an idea and I wasn’t picky about what kind, either. Heck, even bad ideas qualify as ideas, don’t they? Of course, they do.
Well, times have changed, my friends.
These days I need an “idea” and the guts of a burglar, because uploading a post now necessitates a bike ride to the library and the wonder of wi-fi. Such trips involve negotiating traffic and stop lights and curbs and pedestrians — on two wheels with twenty extra pounds strapped to your back. I’m telling you, that makes for a hair-raising expedition when I’m at the helm.
At some point, I decided it would be safer to blow through the stop lights, even if they were red, than to stop. I’m just not good at stopping — hold it, I’m fine at stopping, but starting? I wobble and careen and shimmy, then veer off wildly in big, looping arcs.. I barely make it through an intersection before the light turns yellow. Then red — which matches my face, I’m sure.
Blowing through intersections may have seemed smarter, but it wasn’t. After a bunch of tire-screeching, fist-shaking, horn honking near misses I’ve gone back to wobbling my way along streets filled with danger.
Take sewer grates, for example. They seem to come out of nowhere, you know? And one of them has my name on it — it’s going to slot my tire as I speed across the grate and launch me over the handlebars. I just know it. Or maybe I’ll skid on loose gravel and magically become street luge.
Well, whatever. At least it gets me out of the house.
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