yeah I know now what I knew then
but I didn't know then what I know now
That was then this is now. 10 years went by and I didn’t notice until the fog lifted, the smoke cleared, the dust settled, the clouds passed and the sun came out. Ten years. TEN YEARS. Even as a relatively green messenger in 1997 my right shoulder was already lowered by the burden of a messenger bag. How ya like me now? Those are passport photos. I started to apply for a passport, three times in the past 12 years. Well the third time’s a charm. This time it’s for real. And it only took 10 days, no expediting necessary, to show up in my mailbox. The Seattle passport people kick ass. Now I can go to Canada to play miniature golf. Or go to Mexico and paint watercolor sketches in my journal while sitting on a stone wall that’s older than the great grandparents of the Portuguese sailors who claimed to discover America. Gimme a call in 2017 and I’ll update you with the next photo in the series.
Is there a difference between:
Self destructive behavior and the absence of self preservation?
Playing to win versus playing not to lose?
Doing the right thing versus fear of getting caught?
The absence of light versus the presence of all colors?
The full spectrum of light versus the absence of color?
My favorite work bike is in “the shop” (my kitchen work stand getting the once over from Brad) because both wheels are tweaked. The front wheel is AWOL, due to a front hub that sounds like a pocket full of change. The cones are as pitted and rough as the surface of the moon. A complete overhaul may not even save it. So I hung it on the wall to deal with later, much later and put on a old front wheel. The rear wheel popped a spoke, again. I’d like to think it’s from the massive torque I put out and transfer into the drive train. But I think it’s from the uneven spoke tension in the wheel that I bought at the bike swap in February and never really took the time to round true and tension properly. I just slapped a cassette on it and rode it to work. When I think back to February and how much maintenance and time I’ve put into this bike compared to how many hours I’ve ridden it to work. I realize how lucky I am. Not just lazy. I haven’t really done anything to the bike but lube the chain and put air in the tires. And I just hop on and ride it work every morning. But today I need to replace a drive-side spoke and put on a new tire and give that rear wheel one more chance.
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