But on Saturday, despite his prior disrespectul behavior, I hired Eli to help me out. He drove in from Post Falls, and showed up at 8. Shortly thereafter, he informed me that he had finished building his new fixie the night before. I had no idea this kind of thing was even on his radar, let alone in his possession.
Oh yeah, and he had brought it with him. Just in case. Hmmm.
The morning went dreadfully slow for him. The bike was on his mind. Stuck working for a slave-driver of a boss, breaking rocks all day, to steal a phrase. Until the boss suggested having lunch down the street, which meant . . . a BIKE RIDE!!!
The smile pretty much says it all.
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