Tuesday, August 26, 2003
The bike that got me the 2100 miles down the Mississippi (shown here outside a soul food restaurant in Helena, Arkansas), is going into storage for at least 8 months. I’ve already got too many bikes at home.
I rode it today, just the 3 miles into town, the first time I’d ridden it since I arrived in New Orleans. Without the bar bag and remaining pannier on the back, it felt like a stranger. But as the pedals started turning, and I settled back into the saddle, it started to come back to me. The sweaty days, the energy bars shoved in the back pocket of the jersey, the easy first five miles in the morning, the singing to myself to distract myself from the miles slowly ticking past on the computer.
Goodbye, bike. See you in a while.
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