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Posted Thursday, April 02 2009 @ 01:28PM | by Mike V.

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Tweet #1 -

Stone Arch, 4pm. It’s written on the back of a photo: a perfect smile, framed by curls of brown hair. I wonder what color her eyes are.

 

Tweet # 2 -

 

I’m already on my bike and out the door. It’s only 8:30, but I’ll take my time. I can’t be late this time. I might not get another chance.

 

Tweet #3:

I have the next 7 hours to figure it out. Why I skip work to run around town, following her little notes. Love? Sure, it’s a popular theory.

 

Tweet # 4: (9:30am)

I wanted the #Greenway to myself, but it’s full of commuters, dogs, vagrants, hipsters, fixed gears, racers. Maybe the company’s not so bad.

 

Tweet # 5 (10:00am)

My second time down the #Greenway, going slower still, as slow as possible. Still plenty of time to kill. Enough time to reminisce a little

 

Tweet #6 (10:30am)

Her first note was a list of books. Vonnegut, mostly, but also some Camus and Wallace. Most I’d read before, but I read them all again.

 

Tweet #7 (11:00am)

I’ve spent the past hour riding with my eyes closed. I finally open them somewhere in the warehouse district. The new stadium looks nice.

Tweet #8 (11:30am)

Her second note was a hand drawn self portrait and a recipe for cranberry muffins. Her portrait was beautiful. The muffins were delicious

 

Tweet #9 (12:00pm)

Is it bad that I’m drinking a beer at noon? I stopped at Brit’s to settle my nerves. I’ve been going since 8. I’m a bowl of jelly.

 

Tweet #10 (12:30pm)

Her third note was personal. Too personal to share. I can’t even taste the beer, but I can feel my legs again. I order another.

 

Tweet #11 (1:00pm)

My boss just called. Where am I? Why am I not at the office? I’m drinking, I tell him. Her again? he asks. I hang up. I order another.

 

Tweet #12 (1:30pm)

Her fourth note was a picture of the stone water tower in Tangletown with “Noon” scrawled on the back. A flat tire and I showed up at 12:45.

Tweet #13 (2:00pm)

She was long gone, but she left a note: “How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.” I won’t lie, I cried.

 

Tweet# 14

It was two months before her next note, the one I’m holding. I thought I’d blown it. I kept my bike tuned just in case. No flat tire today.

 

Tweet #15

A little wobbly. From the beer, from fatigue, from fear, from what? It’s almost 4. I hop off the saddle and walk it towards the bridge.

 

Tweet #16

I’m here I’m here early, I’m here! Do I feel nothing? I need her to tell me, I need her. I hear the soft hiss of my front tire going flat.

 

Tweet# 17

Both tires are flat now. Things fall apart, right? It’s a long walk home. No sign of her yet. Vonnegut was wrong, I do feel something.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Banjo Brothers would like to thank Ian Pratt for his hard work and Luke and Mary from Calhoun Cycle for all the great support.

 

 

 

 

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