THEY COME IN THREES

Sometimes it happens while you are stopped.

Other times, it happens when you are moving.

Your immediate reaction is denial.

It does not last for long.

You have a flat.

There are times when you get lucky.

You are right in front of a bike shop.

Other times you are SOL.

One time it did happen in front of a bike shop.

The mechanic even waved me in.

There was one flat I got that was in the middle of nowhere.

It was one of those rides where you got further than you thought.

I had nothing on me.

I stood there in silence.

What to do?

I began to walk.

I walked past a farm.

A black Pickup came down the driveway.

Long story short.

My bike is in the back.

I am getting a lift home.

He is heading to the city to see a concert.

I did the same ride the next day.

This time, I rode with a backpack.

I remember him saying he drank Whiskey.

I left a bottle at his back door.

I am looking forward to my next flat.

‘They come in threes.’

Insert bike pump emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY TO RIDE

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