Brainfart
On Monday, I took my bike to the shop to get its 15,000km checkup, maintenance and a new drive belt and various other possibly-expensive things. Depending on how worn out those various other things are, of course.
So yesterday, I sucked it up and took the train to work. I managed to get in early enough that it wasn’t overcrowded at least, which was a good thing. Nice chance to get in a bit of exercise before starting work too.
This morning, I woke up, and really really didn’t want to take the train. Then, while I was getting dressed, I was thunderstruck by a sudden revelation.
I have more than one motorcycle.
So I took the little bike to work instead. Roaring along Yamate-dori at terrifying speeds of up to 50km/h! Man, that thing can go.
On the way home, the roads were eerily free of traffic. It was actually kind of frightening, because there was so little traffic that what cars were there were speeding along with merry abandon, flying right past me as if I was standing still.
And then there were the suicidal bicycle riders. On the way home, I narrowly missed creaming a young fellow who was riding way too fast, not looking where he was going, had no lights on, swerved out into the road right in front of me, and was going the wrong way on a major road. I wish him good luck on his dream of a violent death, but I’m glad I wasn’t the agent of it.