my bicycle bell is loose.
it rings inadvertently whenever I cycle over bumps and potholes.
My street is especially bumpy, and quite busy. I bike down it during the day and everyone thinks I am ringing to get their attention. They turn their heads as I bike by.
The worst part is when it's friday night, the beginning of Shabbat, and the Hasidic Jews are solemnly walking home from shul...one long line of black hats and long cloaks and there I go, ringing like I'm the midnight ice cream truck of Outremont.
Friday, March 19, 2010
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