twenty-three thousand miles on fixed gear
There it is. Another thousand miles go by. Time for that meal. But as always I’m feeling a little stingy. But I do feel like my usual Wagamama. Perhaps I should take my little one with me and make a day of it.
The speedo is starting to wear out though. I mean where it clicks into the thing on the handlebars. And I’m not cycling as many miles as before. But sure enough the next millennium will roll on. Anyway, here’s to riding fixed.