Tired old bike

This morning and yesterday and the day before that I’s tired. Perhaps it’s the sudden change in the weather or my recent foray into dream filled nights?

I could probably count on one hand the number of dreams I remember (ever) over the past five years and in the the past three days I would fill up the other hand.

Hasn’t been much of a diet change…yet.
Kidney stone hangover? Don’t think so but I dunno.
For me, crazy sleep patterns have been recent. I’ve been up for two hours in the middle of the night.

No matter – all this was to say that I feel today like my tired old mountain bike; or perhaps it feels like me.
I rode it in today, couldn’t justify taking the road bike.

We both complained about our ailments.
Thinning tread; a sprained cable; a crick in the wheel; some scars in the paint; reduced flexion in the shocks.

Once we got rolling and worked that all out we started to synch. Neither one of us had more than three gears but at least the three gears were aligned. Hopped off a curb, maneuvered construction bumps at sorta-high speed, did a track-stand at a stoplight just like our college days.

I kinda wonder which of us will fix the other? Will a better nights sleep fix that dérailleur or will a tune up replace my morning coffee?

I suppose we’ll hash it out when we get off the bus.