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another trip

Biked the generator to the island. A picture of sustainability.

 

IMA bad, bad man

I’ve been slowly moving in over the past couple days grabbing things here in there to complete the living experience. Last night i brought two things that i felt i were missing. I went home to have some dinner with friends and i grabbed my house slippers. House slippers are such a simple thing that can make you feel more comfortable in a otherwise uncomfortable situation. I like to bring them along whenever i make nautical expeditions.

Oh, and the other thing i brought was my cat.

Saide is the cat i acquired after the girl i was cat sitting for never asked for her back. It’s not a crime, i’m into Saide so i never went out of my way to give her back. She came from the pound and has feline leukemia. She is sweet and cuddly. Her only draw back is that she is extremely talkative. I like to pretend she is just saying “I love you” over, and over, and over, and over, but i’m sure that’s not the case. I was debating whether or not i should even bring her but my friend Kaylin informed me that looks are the only thing that matter and she would look damn good on the island.

About 9.30pm last night i made the decision to bike Saide the 8 mile trip from her comfortable stationary home to a more rustic, floating one. Let me point out one thing, its not because i had no other option that i chose to do something stupid, friends offered me a ride in a more traditional feline carrying transport but i declined after a little deliberation.

I packed Saide in a book bag and strapped it close to my chest like a twisted baby bjorn. I loaded up the food and litter box and we were off. I had no idea what to expect, i didn’t know if she was going to pee all over me, claw me in the face, or jump out in the middle of the street. I was ready for the worst. She actually started out the trip purring, it wasn’t until we got onto 16th street that she started to become vocal. For most of the trip she just hung her head out and seemed to enjoy the speeding environment and gentle rocking of the peddles but there were several times she looked me straight in the eyes and meowed as loud as she could. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to say “THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!” or “ARE YOU SURE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING?”

Once we got off the street and onto the path it was calm and beautiful. Saide quieted and we rode through a thick cloud of lightning bugs. By the time we got to the water she had given up resisting. Once on board she resumed purring and seemed to be immediately comfortable. Now i have a good island buddy and accessory.

 

new friends

i was walking to a meeting and went through the loading dock of the IMA. i saw these fresh new bike racks and got excited.

Of course this is the kind of thing i would get excited about, my bike rack now is not cutting it.

 

everyday

everyday i be hustlin

bike to work

 

ride to work

There is an awesome path that goes right from the sculpture building to the IMA. I have to ride through downtown to get the the sculpture building but once i do it’s smooth sailing. The route starts out on the white river path which, as you can imagine, follows the white river. Around 30th street it jogs around the naval armory and connects to the canal tow path which goes right to the IMA park. On the canal it is not unusual to see baby geese, ducks, and sunning turtles.

 

let me tell you about my baby.

my most prized possession is my bicycle, but it’s not because its a fancy expensive machine. This baby has taken me all over the country, won alley cat races, and gets me to the church on time. She’s a chicago built Schwinn Super Sport. The frame was 10$ from working bikes in chicago. I bought it about 5 years ago. The reason it was so cheap is because the rear triangle was broken which usually means death by scrapping to a frame. it had been re-welded and seemed straight enough. since then the diagonal down tube rusted and cracked. I was riding home from school once and noticed that there was a clean cut and two halves of my bike were swaying in the breeze. No problem, weld it and ride it. It’s a converted fixed gear, which we could spend all day talking about. Let me say just because it’s fixed don’t label me a hipster, i’ve been riding long enough to ride what’s best, and this is it.

short story, i love my baby. she takes care of me better than i deserve. We’ve seen a lot together and we’ve been through a lot together. i love her.

 

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