Shortened Saturday Ride
The day before yesterday, I went for a bike ride that ended at the emergency room -- note "at", not "in". When suiting up for pointless exercise, I noticed a few magazines on the shelf -- we stacked the garden benches behind the bike to store them for the winter, and they've been handy -- and decided to drop the magazines off at the emergency room waiting room; going downtown the long way would ensure that I didn't get to the comix store or the flea market before they opened. But I noticed something odd when going through the intersection of Harrison and DuBois, pulled off onto the grass, and discovered that my back wheel was flat. So I walked to the emergency room (taking a short cut over the helicopter pad, so I guess you could say I've been to the trauma unit too) and called DH on one of the two phones in the lobby. I'd thought them pay-phone booths when they registered only peripherally, but they were dial-9-for-an-outside-line phones instead. Which makes sense: there wouldn't be enough traffic on the phones to make it worth the trouble of collecting the money, and people who show up without their cell phones probably don't have a pocketful of quarters either. And I did leave the magazines. DH asked why I didn't change the tube instead of calling; I responded "I have done that." And now I have bike wheel all over the kitchen floor. -- Joy Beeson joy beeson at comcast dot net |
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