bikes
2021-08-14
My good friend Ydoc and I were riding bikes around downtown in this crowded little area where the streets intersected each other at odd angles. (It might have been a dreamscape version of the little triangle area close to the library downtown.)
He was all excited and animated, leading me through the streets, whereas I was a little hesitant because I didnât recognize the place and didnât know my way around.
He decided that we should get some espresso, and started riding his huge orange bike up on this narrow sidewalk, through a crowd. I followed as he pushed his way into a tiny espresso shop, and the barista scolded us, âNo bikes inside the coffee shop! Get out!â So Ydoc chuckled and lead us straight back outside again.
I was working as a camp counselor at an online summer camp. Except all the kids and other counselors were at the campâthis gorgeous meadow in the mountains full of wildflowers, with a stream running through the middleâbut only I was remote, joining the group via Zoom on my laptop.
I overheard Ydoc and some other counselors talking, and they said something about his bike being stolen.
âWait, Ydoc, did I just hear that you lost your bike.â
He grimaced and sighed and said yeah, he lost his bike on the creek trail a couple days ago at that spot by the confluence where the trail shoulder swells out into a kind of natural amphitheater.
âA couple days ago! Why didnât you tell me? I could have been looking this entire time!â
And then suddenly I realized that my bike too had been stolen, so I got a new bike which was a weird looking mountain bike with tiny little hard wheels, like those from a skateboard. I hated it and decided to return it.