A Sign
Tuesday July 14, 2009
My bike was stolen out of my office last night.
I think this is a sign. During the last phone interview (which seemed more like a job counseling session) with Murphy-Goode’s recruiter, I was gently reminded that everything happens for a reason. If I get the job, now is the time. If I don’t, maybe I’m meant to spend more time in new York.
My bike being stolen is simply the powers that be telling me that you can’t ride a fixed gear in the hills of Sonoma County. Going uphill would be exhausting and going downhill would be terrifying. I think it’s time to get that Bianchi road bike with more then one speed.
