Every morning at 832 on the way to work I pass a park with a soccer field and a couple baseball diamonds and near the first base line bleachers on one of them stands an older gentleman and I say to myself “there’s Tai Chi guy”
and I imagine he says to himself:
There’s that bike guy
It’s like fucking clockwork
Just a t-shirt today - underdressed
Single speed today - so seven years ago
Rear tire psi a bit low
Saddle height too high
Where the fuck is he going?
Nobody rides a bike around here
There goes the neighborhood
Or maybe
he has completely silenced the monkey mind
and he doesn’t even notice
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