Raining On the Asphalt and in My Chest

Bad cold. I feel like I am breathing silk. Still, life goes on. I have a board meeting in San Marco at noon and in rain that mean I must USE THE CAR. The giant silver Buick encapsulates me and amuses me with NPR report on the global food shortage. I lumber across the Acosta Bridge and slide into my parking spot. After the meeting, I swim home. Then...wonder of wonders....the sky clears. I walk the miles to Lakeshore Cycle shop and pick up my new bike with the wonderful collapsible baskets. It is silver and responses to my slightest movements. It almost feels as if I am riding Cinders again the volatile bay quarter horse who threw my friend Carol under the semi. Sitting on him was always something that required my constant attention. One daydreaming moment and I would have been roadkill. Urban biking has some of that same feel.