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...
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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...
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