Dante

Jefferson calls me. He laughs at his misfortune. Three flat tires in 24 hours. 30-40 mph wind blasting him in the face. Hordes of other bikers, all going the other direction, all voicing their surprise that someone would want to do the route in the most difficult possible direction. A lost fuel cannister. And the extreme difficulty of pulling the trailer.

But he can tell you all that. Lord, Jefferson, how you get yourself into the situations you do. Divine comedy all around.

He's giving himself until tonight to decide whether or not to continue. Meanwhile, "one more flat tire and I've had it." Seems the ultralight racing bike just isn't made for the punishing ride that Jefferson's asking it to do. Like a horse, one can ask a bicycle to give up its life. But is that really what you want to do? Better to read about it from a safe distance. Never let the remote control get too far away from the television.

Posted by christian at July 6, 2003 12:41 PM

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