Friends stuff

Hanging out at @WildJoesBozeman with @boneshakerbike, soaking up some sun and grabbing a mid-ride coffee and scone. It’s a gorgeous day for a ride!” Rich tweeted, while I fumbled with my ancient cell, trying to master the arcane art of texting on a numeric keypad. It got me wondering – how on earth did people manage to text or tweet back in the days of rotary phones? I vividly recall my first phone post-high school graduation; it boasted glowing square buttons and was tethered to my apartment wall. That relic was a parting gift from my buddy Wade, who vanished to Billings with a girl he met at a lakeside bash a couple of weeks earlier. Thus began my collection of random items courtesy of my nomadic friends. Without them, I’d probably be living a minimalist lifestyle, out of necessity rather than choice.

After what felt like an eternity, I managed to tweet, “Chilling at Wild Joe’s Coffee post-ride with the new bike”.wp-1486748945154.jpg

Another pal joined soon after, and we kicked off our weekend adventure in Bozeman. Reflecting on this, I realized my hoard of oddities, all thanks to friends. From an impractically large screwdriver (perfect for makeshift gardening) to a box fan from my friend Paul, these items are testaments to friendship. Indeed, friends not only fill your life with joy but occasionally leave behind gadgets and gizmos.

Last night, I took the Turner out for a spin to test my limits. Then, I went in search of my friend Jill, who was also out pedaling somewhere in Missoula. I found her cruising on her Pugsley down a well-trodden street. Lately, I’ve been trying to hang out with her more. Just today, we grabbed dinner near my workplace.

“Catch you later to pick up some stuff you’re offloading!” I hollered, parting ways with a dramatic swerve back to work.