Running Out of Juice…
When I jumped on the motorbike yesterday morning, I realized I had left the key in the ignition, with the lights turned on. As I twisted the key back and forth I had to witness how my once roaring bike had gone numb on me. There was no way to coax the purring engine into doing anything other than being a cold block of cast iron.
At least, I knew what it was… I left in my car to help Elizabeth move, returning some time in the late afternoon. Then it was time to get the starter cable and the instruction manual out. I would repair the battery myself. (Btw: did anyone notice how weird it sounds when someone files battery charges???)
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It’s been now six weeks that my friend Steven started teaching a spinning class at 7p at the Brannan Gold’s gym here in San Francisco. The unusual thing: it’s his way of getting to his pledge for the yearly AIDS Lifecycle Ride (ALC).