what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

the dream usually takes a variation on the theme of riding to work still groggy and all the street names have changed but the signs look the same and I don't notice because I pay no attention to street names I just follow patterns and lines and cut through parks and then I'm at work and things look the same but the smell is slightly off in an amusing way and  nothing seems too challenging until I go to true a wheel and the spoke wrenches don't fit although they appear to be the same old sizes red green & black just like the day before only none of them do the trick except the rounding-off-strip-the-nipple trick and then and then and then I realize it's not a dream    

what day is it?

the street names haven't changed but all the houses have been torn down and each one replaced with 4 three-story town houses and several multi-family mixed-use street-level retail off-street parking buildings near the light rail stations 

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I forgot to mention that I was riding the ultimate urban utility bike

ever since I worked at Perfect Wheels that summer after I went to UBI I have visions of spokes under tension failing at the elbow and launching like bottle rockets through the rim, sans rim strip, sans tube & tire, right into my attentive eye while I try to true the rusty shitty janky seized nipple wheel. The situation can be replicated or set up like a dramatization with some bolt cutters on a fully tensioned wheel. But I like to attack shitty wheels with a rim strip in place. sincerely. what day is it?

one time in the late 80s I started a fire near the 4th of July with a roman candle purchased at a fireworks stand in a grocery store parking lot with a bundle of bottle rockets and ground bloom flowers and smoke bombs and a saturn missile battery and it was all OK in a kids these days 30 years ago way

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