A quick business trip to the Bay, and a borrowed bike– a Trek 1000 road bike. I travelled with a minimum of gear for an urban bike trip, including a sleeping bag and bivy; an extra shirt, socks and underwear; and a toothbrush, mini bike lock and electronics chargers. It all fit snugly into my Carradice Lowsaddle Longflap bag, which nestled into that underappreciated space between the seatstays and the saddle; the bag–bedfellows, but not a bother to the rear brake, tire and seatpost binder.
Big B, little b…A Brooks saddle on a bike borrowed; a bag–bedfellows to the brake and bolt– bundled with bread from the panaderia. The bivy and bag, in the backyard of a house full of guests, resting near the compost and chicken coop.
C, c, C…Clear skies, courting calm and restful days in coastal California; cycling about town with a friend from Tacoma and another from Glacier. Remember Jane?
I read Dr. Seuss to kids who appreciate the sound of words more than their meaning– a one year old and his three year old sister whose names both begin with Z. Over and over and over.
Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox!
When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle,
THIS is what they call…
…a tweetle beetle
fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!
Fox in socks, our game is done, sir.
Thank you for a lot of fun, sir.
–from “Fox in Socks” by Dr. Seuss