"what was that black thing that just bounced across the road?"
i asked myself that question a couple of years ago while doing
80something down I-91 on the Blue.
when i got home and lined the bike up to back into the garage,
i noticed the fork bag was open. suddenly, without warning,
a stringofexplativesatleastamilelong came flying out of my
mouth. the black thing that had bounced across the road in
front of me, was a pair of scary expensive, prescription eyeglasses.
i had changed into my riding glasses and forgot to snap the fork bad closed.
my glasses cost almost as much as a month's rent. that kind of cash i did
not have lying around. it's october. all of my flexible spending account $$ had
already been allocated to other medical expenses. however, i could still get
a pair of glasses, for free, as part of my vision benefits.
problem with those free glasses? well, they just don't have quite the appeal
or "look" that i am after. this is my face we're talking about so i am kind of picky
about what i put on for eye wear.
the next day went to the eyeglass place -- wearing an old pair of glasses -- read
old prescription. the process of picking out the new pair of specs was not pleasant.
i finally settled on the least, personally offensive, pair of glasses i could find. in january i
could replace the pair that bounced across the highway like a wind blown tumble weed.
as my flex account would be replenished, with extra funds put aside to cover the glasses.
i never did grow to appreciate the interim look. every time i looked in the mirror i felt like i was a stand up comic
from bizarro world, doing a really bad impression of myself.
the first monday in january found my back at the optometrist to order the "true - me" glasses.
i no longer wear the riding glasses. just keep my regular ones on under my full face helmet.
the fork bag has been retired, and i never want to see that bizarro world comic again.
other lost thingies:
1 side cover -- recovered by yute Matt
1 peace sign tire air stem cover thingie off Frankie. left it on the ground in a gas station in somethingorotherKentucky
1 pair of super yummy comfy riding gloves
1 headlamp ring -- recovered ( which reminds me
of a story about a muffler from my '76 corolla wagon
on the way home from Richmond VA, after a GD concert
a waaaaaaaay long time ago...)
certainly there are other little thingies
but i am cold and tired. too cold and tired
to ask my brain to remember what other thingies
large or small have kissed the roadway goodbye.
