Wrong Neighborhood

He pedaled down the alley. Alone. In the dark of night. A bag of groceries hung from one handlebar. Mostly crackers, jerky, eggs, a bottle of cheap bourbon. Music pumped through his headphones like water to a boiler. The sky above was a wash of pink-tinged clouds laden with snow. A few icy flakes drifted downContinue reading “Wrong Neighborhood”

The Dao of Bicycles

I’ve given up trying to change gears. On Tuesday, my bike downshifted violently without warning about two miles after I’d attempted to ease my ascent of San Francisco Street (before shifting back of its own free will less than a mile later) and I learned my lesson — the universe wants me to stay inContinue reading “The Dao of Bicycles”