Forget winter – today was the best day of the season with clear blue skies, a bright sun and warm breezes. I did not even mind working on a Saturday since my commute was such a joy. Otherwise, I would have slept in and missed the morning after a fun late night out with the lovely Ms. Elle of Dancing Gypsies.
This is what I call a perfect commute.
That is, until a gush of wind and a poor kickstand conspired to ruin my fun. Betty fell down while I was taking these pictures, and the force knocked her front fender out of alignment. I could not figure out how to fix the problem without making it worse, so I turned around and rode home slowly while the tire loudly rubbed against the fender, then took the EL train to work (I did not want to ride Oma in the strong headwind).
I grieved the loss of my bike commute at the end of the day. Who wants to be stuck in a train on such a beautiful day? Not I, said the Dottie!
My bike mechanic aka husband fixed the fender; now I just have to get a double-footed kickstand.