have a lot going on this week, one of the things this Corporate 5K. I’m in for setup, the walk (was “the run” in years past but a knee injury fixed that), and takedown. Rode over on the tandem with the missus. And so, my impressions…
There. Sitting for all the late corporate people of my group to show. Unfolding chairs. Arrival. Rearranging chairs. Guiding people in on phone. Set up. Set up. More set up. Group photo. Final piss. The milling wait to walk. Niece (with her own bad knee) finds me. Chatting.
Walking along Central. Talking about this and that. Family secrets. Shared observations of such. Wonderful night. Cool bands. Crowds, but at least I’m not dodging in a full run. People people people.
Last in. Grab some food. Fetch a car for a sprained ankle. Confusion. Dark. Carry stuff to far cars. Carry stuff to near cars. Throw everything else away. Look around. JB and I are the last. Nobody here.
The ride home was so quiet. We coasted along Livingstone on Stretch the Tandem, just enjoying the peace. The cosmic joke was that the only three cars that passed us had to at Mills where the bike lane ends and the road gets tight. But otherwise, it was a soundless glide along in the dark, with only our flashing lights pulsaring our way along. Turned onto Ferncreek, another bike lane, so thank the city gods for that. Crossed Colonial like the team we are, with JB keeping watch over the stern. But it’s so quiet out, so perfectly silent, with naught save the hum of our tires and the shush of cars one block over and the occasional old-couple half-sentences, the air so cool, the pace mine again, my life mine again.
I’ll leave it to you young writers to figure out that point of this structure. And remember, as a writer, don’t volunteer for take-down. Rip off.