postscript: bike brakes

A few days ago shortly after it had rained, I went bombing downhill on Miss Indigo as usual. This time, however, there was a driver making a 270° turn around a traffic circle partway down the slope who didn't see me. The good news? My brakes are not the limiting factor in stopping distance. The bad news? The ability of my tires to grip wet concrete is. It's probably a good thing I had a new bike with knobby tires instead of FM Bike's Armadillo tires. That was an adrenalin rush I would rather have skipped.

Now I will speak to YOU of office chairs!

I went with a used Aeron chair by Herman Miller. Still spendy, but worth it: after a full day in front of the work 'pooter, my back is much happier than usual, thank Goddess! It seems solidly built, but only time will tell.

In the process of taking the old chair downstairs to the Wendling's cave, I banged a wheel into a wall and knocked off a couple of square inches of drywall skin. I have spackled and painted it. Do office chairs resent rejection? If so, hey, I'm not into that kind of pain in a relationship.

I wonder what my son is going to do with the yoga mats wrapped around the arms of that chair.