The other night I stayed at the shop past close. Storefront lights were off, music was on, I sat at the bench watching night quickly take over the sky, loosening the spokes on my new wheel, one at a time. That morning I had been showing off my work–look at these shiny new wheels I […]
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Confessions of a bike shop girl
This summer I spent most of my days at the bike shop sitting at the front desk. When a person came in and I said hi and they walked right past me–well, sometimes I got mad. But sometimes I was glad. Because the truth is there was always a fifty percent chance that I didn’t […]
Anne Foster 