I’ve had an emotional year, mostly in a bad way. But today. Today I’m getting a new bike, thanks to more than 20 people who pitched in to replace my stolen one, for my birthday. Especially thanks to Kevin who decided This Will Not Stand and organized the drive.
So now I’m here, stunned. Most bad things happen in a rush-crash-smash. But sometimes good things happen just that fast, just that furious, with way more force than it takes to cut a Kryptonite lock.
It’s swift magic, this friendship, translated into liquid currency, translated into a bicycle, and I am humbled and fortunate and ready to ride — maybe fist-pumping like Bender at the end of The Breakfast Club; grinning like a total maniac, about this whole lovely thing.