Even biking to my friend Kira's house this morning, 10 minutes away, is an adventure. My Indonesian habits have been leading me astray as a cyclist in Seattle. I am trying to relearn proper road etiquette, and one thing I've discovered today is that taking 85th is a big no-no.
It's nostalgic, in a weird way, to ride with a raincoat underneath my helmet, pants slowly getting soaked. My bicycle from Indonesia (which I've fondly called "the Batcycle" for its yellow wheels) has also felt its share of rainy weather. But it's colder here, much colder, and my fingers are stiff as I type this entry. It seems that Mitch and I are hanging on to summer... our windows are still open.
Total meditation time today: 18 minutes.
No comments:
Post a Comment