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Saturday, April 28, 2012

House call

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:

  1. 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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