It’s chilly and dark outside the Pizza Hut restaurant, where I’m crouched in the parking lot shadowed by the dumpsters, sawing through the padlock that fastens a cable around my bicycle.
So goes the memory of my first personal “Bike to Work Day,” when I was young and on my own and decided to ride my bike to my job serving pizza instead of relying on the infrequent schedule of the suburban Maryland bus. Somehow I lost the key to the lock, or didn’t bring it, or brought the wrong one.
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