So I tossed my bike in my car and was ready to drive up to my mom’s house when I saw my tire light was on. A quick investigation revealed a nail, which had created a slow leak. I drove to an auto shop where a man named Dave answered the phone on this early Sunday morning, “It’s a wonderful day at Mr. Tire! I’m Dave. With what can I help you?” The mechanics were already quite busy so he said it would take an hour and a half. To which I, of course, replied, “No problem! I have my bike in the car!”
And so off I went, ending up at the Dunwoody Nature Center, a place where my girls and I used to go and play on the rocks in the creek. When I spotted the public piano on the edge of the woods by the creek, I did a little jig. Literally.
Traveling at the Speed of Bike 