express driver's lament

comic. how long have i been here? these lanes, these brake lights, undulating at random between one and five miles an hour... all these commuters watching me, judging me, i'm sure. cursing my name. all late to their important jobs. comic. i've always been here. i was born in this lane, i'll die of old age in this lane. is this limbo? purgatory? what did i do in life to end up here? does each lane correspond to a different sin? my passengers must be so mad... passenger 1: it is what it is, it's out of our control. passenger 2: i remember a few years ago when that oil truck spilled. i didn't get to work until eleven. passenger 3: oh yeah, that was the worst. passenger 2: today isn't so bad.

State of the stable: bike fleet update winter/spring 2025