The druid and I had occasion to visit a nearby café we’d not patroned until now, and had ourselves a lovely meal, me with my smoked salmon on pasta, the druid with an epic sandwich, more meat than bread

Someone had left a perfectly useable bicycle, aside from its badly shredded rear tire, leaning against the dumpster, earlier in the week My hesitation was due to my current unemployed state, the practical thought that I wouldn’t be able to replace the tires for a time, and that I wasn’t sure I wanted to attempt to repair a bicycle of unknown lineage, rather than buy a used but professionally repaired bicycle from any of the bike rehabilitation places in the metro area.