Well … That Was A Week

Well … That Was A Week

I swear it was a full moon for an entire week. It all started with me slicing my hand open and eliminating my ability to ride for the summer. Hard to blame the moon for that one, more so me being absent minded. But once I was back at work, I had all sorts of interactions that actually had me checking if there was a full moon. And in fact, the moon was full that day. One guy who, sadly, had a piece of his bike carrier stolen was really quite rude…