Well, it’s not the best day. Mr. Ethan Smith of Burlington, Iowa may have left me in the lurch. The man who hit me with his truck is not returning my calls, and the police cannot find him, so it looks like I may not be able to get the money from him for the cost of fixing my bike.
In a way, it’s self-fulfilling. I constantly complain about how pickup trucks try to run me off the road, and then a pickup runs me off the road.
But at least the bike will be fixed and ready to go tomorrow! My credit card may not be happy, but I’ll be glad to get some sunshine and see Nauvoo.
I had a very strange dream last night. It was as though I was watching a musical that was set in a very old stone church among snow-covered peaks the Himalayas. The wife of God’s second in command was arguing, in song, with the wife of the second in command of the Devil. Neither one was very happy, felt very important, or was sure of their mission in life. They didn’t even know why they were arguing, and were unable to faithfully represent their talking points. But neither had anywhere else they could go, or anyone else to talk to. And so it continued…
I wasn’t in the mood this morning to leave the house, so didn’t go to any services this morning, even though there was a conservative Quaker meeting down the street I’d been itching to check out. So I’m just here, in a friend’s apartment, waiting.
Matt,
Yikes! Hit by a truck. I’m so glad you didn’t get hurt but boy o boy the bike looks messed. Hope you are rolling again soon. Best to get right back in the saddle man.
- Michael foldingbike Moulton
— Michael · Sep 8, 05:30 AM · #
Oh, no! What a crappy couple of days! I’m glad you’re OK, though.
I drive to work and back via a winding country road which is beloved of cyclists. (I have no idea why. We’re talkin’ seriously steep hills, of the kind that made you less than fond of Western Mass when you visited.) It can be a pain to slow down to a crawl for the bike—but, then, it’s pretty annoying for the cyclist, too, who is dealing with my traffic noise and wondering if I’m going to suddenly surge past a little too close for comfort.
I can’t imagine anyone being so ignorant as to believe bikes don’t have the right of way. Didn’t they ride bikes when they were kids, at least?
— Cat C-B · Sep 8, 05:53 AM · #