As I was driving home last night on my bicycle I wondered to myself if I was going to have anything to blog about, the commute was turning into 24 miles a day of enjoyable bike riding, but how many times could I type that as a blog entry. and then...
My handlebars slipped!it must've happened slowly because I didn't really notice but all of a sudden they were upside down and I found myself wondering how I had missed it.
So I pulled over and use my bicycle toolkit to realign my handlebars; I've been thinking I wanted them a little higher anyway.
I got started again and that's when I noticed my first loaf of bread.on the shoulder of the road was a round 13 inch loaf, it looked too big to be commercial and to uniform to be homemade. but after 14 miles that day it looked delicious. I resisted the temptation. This all would've been not worth mentioning except I saw another one and another every few hundred feet for about 5 miles. I thought to myself "did they think breadcrumbs were too small to find?"
about a mile after the trail of bread loaves stopped I saw the road was blocked by police cars and filled with fire engines. must've got there at the right time as they allowed me to walk the bike up the sidewalk for the mile that was closed off. guess it's fortunate to that I couldn't tell which house they were all there for.
Finally I came up to the top of Mt.Avenue I saw a shooting star.
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