There is the bike there, upside down, the tools there looking me down, the repair kit, and the bucket (the one that does not have my list on), and me in the middle of the kitchen wondering of the next step. Wow – illumination – more than 20 years cycling and this is the first ever flat tire I have to fix. Surely I have had flat tire before, haven’t I. I thought I was going to be mad crazy having to fix that tire, but the sole realization that this is actually my first flat tire (that I can remember) ever (that I have to fix) I am strike by lightning, in awe and admiration.
A Fish on a Hill 