My Bike got Throttled by Wal-Mart
July 5th, 2008Let me just start with the fact that I’m supremely upset by the unbelievable thread of bad luck that seems to weave it’s
way through my life!!
Now, I promise this isn’t “Woe is me”, or cynicism, or pessimism, or any other “-ism”. This is just the brutal fact that I may have a magnetic superpower that draws the most awkward of circumstances my direction.
I’ve actually learned to be more patient than ever before… especially during my last two circumstances (including my bike throttling).
So here’s how the story goes:
I’m riding my bike with three other friends from the Catalyst Community down the great road to Salida (which is where I, ironically, had to exit the ride). All of a sudden a blue plastic bag from WAL-MART (big box!) blows into my rear tire sprocket and proceeds to fully shear all the metal hardware from the back of my bike, shoving the hardware into my spokes and finally it found ways to mess up the paint job!
UGH! So, needless to say, my ride was over and my bike is now in the shop. I’m praying it doesn’t cost much to repair. And I’m without a good ride for about a week or two.
But what really fries me is the fact that when the bike shop guy saw the problem these were the first words out of his mouth (words I’ve heard from many a mechanic about my cars, plumbers about my house, and agents about my reservations): “Wow! I’ve never seen anything like that before!”
Guess I’m the lucky one, right?!
Margins are a funny thing. I remember while in college writing papers on the
Well, Africa was such a great experience again this year. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to travel in community to do the work of the kingdom of heaven.
I have been so silent in the blog lately world because the real world has been spinning so crazy! And the reason why: “Well, I’m heading to Africa… again!”