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After I chopped off the eds of my bicycle handlebars, I plugged them with the corks from some old bourbon bottles. The corks were just the right size to fill the tube, and the black end caps made neat stoppers for the bar ends. Over the course of a few seasons, the corks expanded and contracted and wiggled and crumbled; one at a time, they fell out. The second one was lost this morning between my garage and my office.

I can hear when cars are unhealthy, and I wonder if their drivers know. The sound of a screaming fan belt deafens me as the car limps past, and I want to catch up at the next intersection, pound on the window, and ask the driver to service his damned engine. I can smell when oil is leaking because it burns acrid smoke that ends up so far behind that no one inside is likely to smell it.

Someone on my block fries garlic, pepper, and onions on a regular basis, and I smell it whenever I bike past. I don't know if anyone who drives past notices.

#daily#pedaling ends. Over the course of a few seasons, the corks expanded and contracted and wiggled and crumbled; one at a time, they fell out. The second one was lost this morning between my garage and my office.

I can hear when cars are unhealthy, and I wonder if their drivers know. The sound of a screaming fan belt deafens me as the car limps past, and I want to catch up at the next intersection, pound on the window, and ask the driver to service his damned engine. I can smell when oil is leaking because it burns acrid smoke that ends up so far behind that no one inside is likely to smell it.

Someone on my block fries garlic, pepper, and onions on a regular basis, and I smell it whenever I bike past. I don't know if anyone who drives past notices.

31 March 2014 22:41