so, i’m pedaling north on Main after picking up my precious take out from HomeSlice Durango, right? there is this white pickup – you know, the kind of which has nearly run cyclist ilg into ditches for like the past 3 decades? – stalled out in front of Taco Bell (the equivalent of wet cat food for humans)…sensing the mOMent of gentle retribution, i slow rolled up to the cigarette smoking, probaby-does-not-do-yoga dude whose all lit up in frustration and, (granted, don’t know quitely if this rolls appropriate to the yogic namas and niyamas), whispered past his opened window,
“Need a jump?” i dunno, kinda thought it funny…dat’s all

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