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Greg Evans
Guest
This is kinda long but, I'm sure some of you (Claire) will appreciate it:
Last night I was leaving for work (I work 3rd shift). I carry my bike downstairs and take off, then
realize my _brand new_ back tire is flat. "No problem" says I, taking it off and running back
upstairs to fetch a spare wheel. The spare is flat from sitting (of course) and has no cassette on
it. Grrr... I pump it up slap gears on it, and run back downstairs. I put the wheel on, remount my
bike and there's no resistance when I go to take off. Damnit! In my haste I've forgotten to tighten
the lock ring. I take the wheel, run _back_ upstairs, and secure the lock-ring and call to let them
know I'm going to be late. Finally I'm on my way. Up ahead I can hear sirens, lots of them. As I
ponder this a firetruck approaches from behind, I pull over wait for it to pass, and continue on my
way. Up ahead I see that all the commotion seems to coming from the overpass across the highway and
the road is closed. Seriously irritated now, I take the only available detour, adding about 1.5
miles to my ride. The 11 O'clock news doesn't tell me much, a car flipped and hit a tree. Riding
home this morning I can see that the car was traveling in the same direction I would have been. At
the bottom of the (long straight) hill from the overpass there's a "T" intersection to the left;
this is where I turn. The car demolished the guardrail and hit a tree in front of the house that's
on the right-hand corner as you turn (I hope that makes sense). The news did say that apparently the
car went off the right side of the road at a high rate of speed, over-corrected and lost control. In
other words, had I been anywhere on the road when they slid through there, I wouldn't have stood a
chance (I believe there were fatalities in the car, as well).
The moral to this story? How about: Don't curse flat tires, they may be blessings in disguise (as
most blessings are). Some people might chalk this up as a grand coincidence, but I believe that
coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.
Thanks for "listening",
Greg
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Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible. --Frank Zappa
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My photos: http://members.aol.com/photog0314/
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Last night I was leaving for work (I work 3rd shift). I carry my bike downstairs and take off, then
realize my _brand new_ back tire is flat. "No problem" says I, taking it off and running back
upstairs to fetch a spare wheel. The spare is flat from sitting (of course) and has no cassette on
it. Grrr... I pump it up slap gears on it, and run back downstairs. I put the wheel on, remount my
bike and there's no resistance when I go to take off. Damnit! In my haste I've forgotten to tighten
the lock ring. I take the wheel, run _back_ upstairs, and secure the lock-ring and call to let them
know I'm going to be late. Finally I'm on my way. Up ahead I can hear sirens, lots of them. As I
ponder this a firetruck approaches from behind, I pull over wait for it to pass, and continue on my
way. Up ahead I see that all the commotion seems to coming from the overpass across the highway and
the road is closed. Seriously irritated now, I take the only available detour, adding about 1.5
miles to my ride. The 11 O'clock news doesn't tell me much, a car flipped and hit a tree. Riding
home this morning I can see that the car was traveling in the same direction I would have been. At
the bottom of the (long straight) hill from the overpass there's a "T" intersection to the left;
this is where I turn. The car demolished the guardrail and hit a tree in front of the house that's
on the right-hand corner as you turn (I hope that makes sense). The news did say that apparently the
car went off the right side of the road at a high rate of speed, over-corrected and lost control. In
other words, had I been anywhere on the road when they slid through there, I wouldn't have stood a
chance (I believe there were fatalities in the car, as well).
The moral to this story? How about: Don't curse flat tires, they may be blessings in disguise (as
most blessings are). Some people might chalk this up as a grand coincidence, but I believe that
coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.
Thanks for "listening",
Greg
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Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible. --Frank Zappa
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My photos: http://members.aol.com/photog0314/
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