To You (And You, And You, And YOU ...)
bev & bitter hag
presented me tonight with a gift i will never forget!
alameda bike shop ~ april 26, 2002
everyone who contributed to the *Let's Get Secra's Butt Back on a
worst part about having my bike stolen wasn't the shock, or the
monetary loss, or the sense of violation. It wasn't the unexpected
interruption in our riding schedule. It wasn't even the fact that it
happened while Jaymi was here for her much-anticipated visit.
of that stuff sucked, no doubt about it.
the worst part about having my bike stolen was the
way it temporarily made me feel about people in general. I have to
admit that for a few minutes I lost faith. Your gift has helped to
restore some of that faith.
that means more to me than you can ever know.
will be thinking about ALL of the amazingly
thoughtful, wonderful, generous-spirited *FootNotes* readers out there
-- the readers I've been able to thank personally, as well as those of
you who have chosen to remain anonymous --
my odometer reaches that 2,002 mark sometime this year. It will be as
though I'm taking a little piece of you along for the ride. (Except
that *I'm* going to be doing most of the sweating: you
can just sit back in your computer chair, drinking iced tea and looking at
poorly-scanned photos.) And for that, I thank you, from the bottom of
my heart ...
AND from the bottom of my toe clips.
a great weekend, everybody. You're the best.
a bazillion thanks to my pals Bev
and Bitter Hag
-- my fellow *BOOBS* (Babes On Outrageous Bikes) -- for being the best
friends a cranky self-absorbed Internet journaler could ask for.
no, we haven't purchased the new bike yet. next weekend, i hope.
we HAVE, however, already purchased a NEW LOCK.