A ride of perfect contemplation

Sunday, I took my 3-speed Metro into the 3rd world LBS (as opposed to the
yuppie LBS) for the complete $15 tune-up. I didn't realize how many little
things, none worth getting greasy for individually, were slowing me down.
Then Monday, there I was, riding to work, at a blistering pace. Full suit
and tie, briefcase, dorky helmet and gloves, in a fully upright position
(if i had big ears and was wearing a kilt, I would have looked like Prince
Charles riding a horse) and the crown jewel: my new shocking pink breast
cancer ribbon. No one on the way up (or down) knew what to make of me,
except that I was going way fster than I had any right to be going in that
configuration. Felt good.

--ag