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Claire Petersky
Guest
I rode from work to rendezvous with my husband and elder daughter at my younger daughter's piano
lesson. By the time the lesson was over, it was 6:20, and in lazy suburban parent fashion, we
decided it was easier to grab dinner at Cucina Presto than cook decent food at home. By the time my
husband was driving the family station wagon down the driveway, all thoughts that my bike was on the
roof rack had rather fled from our minds.
The loud cracking noise startled my husband into an emergency application of the brakes. Upon
backing the car gingerly away from the garage door, we discovered that the Thule rack had partially
popped off of the factory roof rack, puncturing the roof of our station wagon. My front fork looked
scratched but unbent; the brake levers were broken and the brakes looked messed up.
We popped the Thule rack the rest of the way off. I inspected the bike, and then threw it in the
back of the coupe. My husband parked the station wagon in the garage, since it definitely needs to
be sheltered if it has a whole in its top. I then drove my bike down to the shop.
It was late, and the real wrenches weren't there -- just an apprentice assembler was still in the
back. I filled out a slip, but I won't get an estimate until the morning.
Horsed around a little in the shop, looking at the bikes which have been discounted for the fall,
thinking that I might be able to work my husband's guilt over this mishagas into a litespeed -- what
you do think?
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Singing with you at: http://www.tiferet.net/ Books
just wanna be FREE! See what I mean at: http://bookcrossing.com/friend/Cpetersky
lesson. By the time the lesson was over, it was 6:20, and in lazy suburban parent fashion, we
decided it was easier to grab dinner at Cucina Presto than cook decent food at home. By the time my
husband was driving the family station wagon down the driveway, all thoughts that my bike was on the
roof rack had rather fled from our minds.
The loud cracking noise startled my husband into an emergency application of the brakes. Upon
backing the car gingerly away from the garage door, we discovered that the Thule rack had partially
popped off of the factory roof rack, puncturing the roof of our station wagon. My front fork looked
scratched but unbent; the brake levers were broken and the brakes looked messed up.
We popped the Thule rack the rest of the way off. I inspected the bike, and then threw it in the
back of the coupe. My husband parked the station wagon in the garage, since it definitely needs to
be sheltered if it has a whole in its top. I then drove my bike down to the shop.
It was late, and the real wrenches weren't there -- just an apprentice assembler was still in the
back. I filled out a slip, but I won't get an estimate until the morning.
Horsed around a little in the shop, looking at the bikes which have been discounted for the fall,
thinking that I might be able to work my husband's guilt over this mishagas into a litespeed -- what
you do think?
Warm Regards,
Claire Petersky ([email protected]) Home of the meditative cyclist:
http://home.earthlink.net/~cpetersky/Welcome.htm Singing with you at: http://www.tiferet.net/ Books
just wanna be FREE! See what I mean at: http://bookcrossing.com/friend/Cpetersky