I hate bicycles.
I hate repairing bicycles.
I hate replacing bicycle tires.
I hate dismounting bicycle tires.
I hate mounting bicycle tires.
I hate inflating bicycle tires.
I hate barking my knuckles when the wrench slips.
I hate scraping my knuckles when the wrench doesn’t slip.
I hate the fire ants on whose mound I inadvertently sat while repairing the bicycle.
I hate fire ant bites.
I hate bicycles.
Listening to the radio while repairing, replacing dismounting, mounting, inflating, barking, and scraping is fun, though.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
I hate bicycles.
I hate repairing bicycles.
I hate replacing bicycle tires.
I hate dismounting bicycle tires.
I hate mounting bicycle tires.
I hate inflating bicycle tires.
I hate barking my knuckles when the wrench slips.
I hate scraping my knuckles when the wrench doesn’t slip.
I hate the fire ants on whose mound I inadvertently sat while repairing the bicycle.
I hate fire ant bites.
I hate bicycles.
Listening to the radio while repairing, replacing dismounting, mounting, inflating, barking, and scraping is fun, though.
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.