Monday, June 20, 2016


My first bike ride since I started chemo is to see my writing group, mostly because it's downhill the whole way.

My more canny readers may have noticed the flaw in my logic.

In the highest (lowest? I never can figure out the nomenclature - it's the one where you can spin the pedals fifty times to creep forward a foot) gear available, I crawl up the the looming hills of the side streets, snaking my way between avenues like a man doing switchbacks up Everest, until I make my final assault up Union between 6th and 7th.

The cars whoosh past me as I hug the line of parked cars, trying to feel as unconcerned as those ancient asian men I see in videos of Bejing who ride their bikes through the inferno of rush hour traffic.

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