You always need friends.
April 1, 2009I lean my weight forward and lock my heels together. Then listen to the back tire as it skids across the pavement.
I lock up the back tire and come sliding perfectly to the line at the traffic light. I was unneeded as usual, but, it was fun which was good enough reason. I think showing off is probably the entire reason I ride a fixed gear sometimes.
Then I hear my name being called. Which is really surprising. Considering there are really only a handful people who should know me on sight. Those people are mostly coffee shop rats and firefighters. Then I look around, and spot an ambulance two slots behind me Emt’s leaning out, waving, and calling my name. You gotta have friends I guess.
But I was struck right then. Do you really want to be on a first name basis with the local emergency response crew. And know that you are on that basis because of how many times they have cleaned you up, from bleeding in of random ditches.







