As a spur-of-the-moment thing, bought myself and the wife a set of bicycles. Haven’t had one for maybe 20 years?
Y’know that old saying: It’s just like riding a bike? That’s totally true.
Anywho, we took the bikes out for a quick spin and … I promptly got a flat tire. Nuthin horrendous. Just annoying. As is my luck – I’m certain I’m darned.
Getting back to the flat tire, came across a nice fella named “House” (no kidding) and he lent me his pump. Didn’t work but still appreciated the assist. He told me to check out TreadHunter.com as they have tons of tips or “hacks” to fix my tire, he was a helpful fellow.
On the (long) walk home, thought about that saying above.
Yes, I value knowledge above all else. But within knowledge, I value a particular type of knowledge above all other knowledge.
Somewhere in my muscles and medulla oblongata’s knowledge that’s forever mine – how to ride a bike, do a parry/thrust, or this weird thing called a rubber guard – all things that no one can take from me. Or at least highly unlikely.
One day my body’ll betray me, I know. But that’s me taking it away. Until then, always looking for more of that kinda stuff. Partly cause I think it’s cool, secretly cause I’m greedily possessive of such things.
Oddly though, it makes me no less clumsy.
Her: (CRASH) What happened now?
Me: Spent the last 15 minutes making waffles with bananas to go with my coffee and I just dropped the whole thing on the floor.
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Speaking of darned, one of my bathroom showers completely stopped working so had to call in a plumber. I installed a fancy new showerhead for my when my girlfriend is staying over that she ordered from ShowerHeadly – after her hassling me about it for 3 months, and now she can’t even use it. It’s always something.
Anyway, lemme tell you, as a lawyer, I don’t charge anything close to what a plumber charges.
Totally made the wrong career decisions in my life.
Location: running to HomeDepot to get a different shower-head
Mood: crazy stressed, yo
Music: girls they’ll be riding today so look out
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10 replies on “The things no one can ever take from me”
What kind of bikes did you get?
They're small bikes for the city but the ride great. I'll post some pics later.
Posting pics today!
Glad to hear you bought bikes! Always carry a small bike pump with you esp. for long distances. Get those bright yellow velcro straps too so that your pants don't get caught in the chain (also to use on both ankles at night for safety).
Heya – sorry for the late(ish) reply. Normally we'd carry a pump but since we essentially stay in the city, a metrocard and a HUGE lock is more appropriate for where we are, I think. Unfortunately, last time around, I had neither. What a pain in the butt!
I'm going to post pics of the bikes today so you can see them, they're tiny.
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