I’ll always have a great deal of respect for the power of forward physical motion in tapping the stowed tanks of energy and keeping you going, even when the main valve is running on fumes or just the memory of fumes at all. Of course, caffeine also helps. I took another sip of my vanilla Frappuccino and decided that if today was not my day to be manly, I might as well make it my day to be cool, drinking the rich flavors that inspired artists, musicians, poets, and the like.
There is nothing ‘cool’ about sissy coffee… I thought back to myself, sighing.
“It’s not sissy coffee!” said the voice of my friend David in my mind. Oh David…you make my life simultaneously more exciting and more complicated… I smiled.
Discarding the now empty cup and making a face at the feeling of all that cream and ice in my stomach, I threw a leg over my bicycle, pausing to pull my bag snug against my shoulder blades. I could feel the wind pick up again and looked off behind my shoulder as one hand grabbed the brakes, keeping me steady. Beyond the flickering bulb of the streetlamp above my head, I still couldn’t yet see it. I shook my head, kicking off the ground. I had left the speed on the highest gear, so the start was arduous and against the wind, but I pedaled fiercely out of the sidewalk foyer and around the corner, climbing the hill as cars passed me, honking while they rode by.
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