Cup on Top of Helmet

The red and white band goes around the head, to keep sweat out of the eyes.

The black and yellow strap goes around the right cuff, to keep jeans out of the bike chain and to reflect light backwards.

The helmet goes on the head.

The coffee goes into the Plotnik after he gets home, takes off the helmet, yellow strap and red headband. This really is the best part.

It's been cold and the Plots have had lots of company. TGP hadn't ridden in awhile. Noe Street doesn't get steeper, but some mornings it feels like it. This was one of those mornings. Great coffee cures many ills.

Plot is thinking about the Beezer this morning. A few weeks ago, Beezer's old bicyle was given to Emma, who lives across the street. The bike had barely been ridden -- the tires still had the new stubs on the rubber. It was too small for BZ from the beginning, but she was uncomfortable with a bigger one at the time. Emma is in 4th Grade.

Plot felt funny giving it away, especially when Emma took possession with such a thankful look on her face:



But Plot has been there before. He knows about the expressions little girls use to convey a zillion messages at once. She'll enjoy that bike, or she'll give it to someone else down the line, rubber stubs still hanging off the tires.