To the nice young man
Nov.29, 2007, filed under Miscellany
Who stopped to see if I needed help when I was fixing my loose chain on the way into East Wemyss this afternoon: thank you for stopping. I really was quite all right. Even though I am a girl, I know to carry the requisite tools for making minor repairs and I know how to use them.
I has Surly wrench!
Just as well I ride prepared for such things, really, or the valve failure I had 10 miles later would have been a bitch.
I shall kindly assume that your bogglement on seeing it was a fixed gear had nothing to do with the fact that I’m a girl, because everyone knows girls fix too, right? Besides, I’m fed up with that particular conversation. I’d have caught your ass too, if it weren’t for the traffic lights on the roadworks on the other side of town. The light turned red just as your bright yellow jacket was sailing up the rise into Buckhaven.
I love the way cyclists stop to see if you need a hand. It’s so sweet. It makes the world seem a nicer place.
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