Dormer

Dear J—

It’s been cold this week and so have I, apparently, not willing to give up an evening nap in favor of helping out around the house or the kids with their various projects. There has been already too many outbursts after being relatively fine about things: calm, even. So that’s that, I suppose, and nothing more to it.

I cracked my handlebars in the last crash I had, approximately two weeks ago after hitting the baseball-sized chunk of loose asphalt (seriously; if that’s falling off your truck, then you need to figure out a better way to secure that or not fill the truck so full). The handlebars felt a little loose and the quill bolt wasn’t tightening them up. Once I noticed the crack at the weld … is this how life goes, then?

Mike

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