The Wheels on the Bike…
Oh see, you know how supposedly what goes around comes around? It’s like a bike wheel and a philsophy, both? It may be true.
On my bike commute in to work, there was pointing and laughing at the car stuck in traffic.
On the way home, there was a metal shard in my front tire and a wait for rescue from the same laughed at car.
Front tire says womp womp. I know what you’re saying. “That’s what you get for gloating.” (Karma enthusiasts) Or, “that’s what you get for not knowing how to fix a flat.” (Bicycle pragmatists.)
I hear you. But here’s what we’re working on first: drinking water while in motion; and starting with EITHER leg up, not just my left one. I don’t know why, I can’t start with my right. I have to spin the pedals around so the left one is on top. But as soon as I get those, I have the words for “flat tire” all translated and ready. You’ll see.
