Riding the e-bike uphill is like dreaming of flight in childhood; riding downhill you’re Icarus. Zipping down O’Shaughnessy from Twin Peaks to Glen Park I was keeping pace with traffic, which is to say, thirty miles an hour in a school of two-ton cars unable to stop on a dime, and it was revealed to me that if I hit an obstacle at the wrong angle a polycarbonate helmet wasn’t going to save my neck. And still the word that went through my head was “freedom.” Let us be clear, freedom can be pretty dumb.
Arthur Lee responds in my head, "We're all normal..."
