Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Last night I rode a rusty tricycle to Snoqualmie Pass.
(Well, in my dreams.) All the way up I-90.
Needless to say, coming back was a helluva lot quicker.
There was the worry of the front wheel loosening,
wobbling. And the cramped aspect of the size ratio,
me being fully-adult-sized & all.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, I thought it might have been one of those cool adult-size recombo-something tricycles. (I keep thinking that might be a more balance-friendly way to get more people peddling--but then, I should probably fix my own flat tire first!)