Apr distance: 665 km
Kranji, 67 km. I make a house call to check three marvelous Marins:
steel frames, threaded headsets and cantilever brakes. At least, they
were marvelous once. Now, they are coated in rust and dust. I
diagnose but what ails them most is not user serviceable.
I end my toil, pack my tools, drop them at home and rush to beat the
sunset and blow off cobwebs in my head.
I end up cycling on a trail in the dark, with cobwebs in my face. With ghostly green
blinkers, I'm not exactly well-equipped.
A loud rustling helps me
understand the meaning of "heart in my mouth".
But my darkness in Darwin has made me fear-less. Now, as then, I am
glad to see street lights again though.
2 comments:
Very interesting post.
Hi Terence, thanks for visiting. Was it the retro bicycle paragraph you found interesting, or that someone would cycle in the dark, on a trail, with trees everywhere, using highly inappropriate lighting :p
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