ENTWINED

Couple days ago the afternoon was sunny with a brisk south wind. I thought I would finally take a little bike ride to get the bottom callouses worked in. Eddy was hooked up with the black on the same hook since neither had been used in some time. I unhooked Eddie's one wheel and as it dropped the handlebars became entwined with the blacks rear wheel. I tried many contortions but could not get the handle bars loose from the spokes. I became increasingly frustrated perhaps mad is the better word. I got the ladder and about tipped over trying to get the stupid bikes undone. I got both of them on the garage floor and started pulling and twisting and maneuvering and all the time getting madder. OK this is not going to work! This black is a piece of junk, its just a don er anyway so I went to the tool chest and right on top were the wire cutters. They cut through those spokes with the greatest of ease and Eddy was lose in no time. Big black is a piece of junk now.
On my little loop which I haven't done for a year or so there were so many changes. So many more houses so few fields. I did smell someone burning leaves. That brought back memories of when I was a kid you would rake up the leaves and burn them in the gutter. It took all day and at the end you had had fun and the smell and playing with the fire, well it was great.