Fuck. My immediate thoughts after my bike’s front tire gave out and I was miles away from home at Whole Foods. My mind started iterating through any possible next step I could take. I decided after only seconds I’d have to make the miserable trek back home on a flat.
“You don’t want to do that, your spokes will all blow out”. Like a fucking Batman outta nowhere, my bike broke down right in front of THE bike expert who happened to live two houses away from Whole Foods. We went to her house, pumped the tire and temporarily sealed the leak.
Her name is Alyssa, she appeared to be into Rock, was chill as fuck, and I may never see her again. But for that moment, she was one of the coolest people I knew.
She had no obligation to me but she saved my day. Maybe I’ll find a way to pay her back.