back in the saddle
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tokyo, 2008.02.12
I cycled to the office today, and both my bike and I were both a little rusty this morning. The bike's chain was dull red and stiff, and my lungs and legs were complaining before I gone much past the first hill and dale.
My bike's chain can always be oiled, but it's the rider that seems to getting slower to bounce back.
It was raining as I was returning from work, so naturally I had a flat tire. The rain eased up as I changed the tire, for which I was grateful. But in the fading light I noticed that I'd lost one of screws holding the rack to the bike.