Off
the seat of a
bicycle
Chapter
22 I became a bicyclist that year
1973 / the informer and I steal ladders
I became a bicyclist that year 1973, not a basketball player or
bricklayer. I was an athlete and honed my skills, and could cobble over
curbs without hands and swerve in and out of traffic at will. My terror
manifested itself on the community and I belonged nowhere. I found a
new
state of mind.
Pirates live by a code, and I was no exception. My rules took nobody
into concern, and I took no prisoners. If I chose to run a stoplight or
roil down a sidewalk full of people then that was my choice as a free
man.
How is that any different from a coach pushing their athletes to find
the extreme because the opposing team doesn’t care?
Yes that’s right. Cars do not care. They rush for yardage, willing to
crush anybody to gain an inch at the intersection. Well that’s not
exactly true, but true enough when you’re on a bicycle.
I introduced bike-riding to Dan the Informer. And also to my younger
brother. Both men came to see bike-riding as a requisite in their lives
because neither had a car. My younger brother became an expert cyclist
and the physical motion helped his arthritic back, and it added a proud
accomplishment to his life that he still enjoys today.
My relationship with Dan was complicated. He was a local boy who had
fallen behind the herd and had no job and developed a theory about
life: ‘the best way for seeds to grow is to cast them at arm’s length
on un-toiled soil.’ I guess that meant he didn’t want to work, but we
stole two aluminum ladders and went into the painting business together.
The informer and I stole two aluminum ladders! Why did that go
unreported? Did Dan want a job? Did he violate impeccable
ethics for selfish gain? But then again, ethics are just a measure of
rash desperation aren’t they? There is no right or wrong. All actions
cause change, and that’s all there is.
Does Dr. Gray think he would not steal my loaf of bread to feed his
starving children? Of course he would, and ultimately what difference
do those tiny accounts make? Life can be chiseled down to a simple
formula: all men cause change, and all change to become men. And that’s
all there is; everything is ‘change.’ Just like inside Wayne’s cave
where every man made his mark over all those that preceded him; man
must mark his change.
In Wayne’s cave, there is no memory of which man was honest and which
stole a hamburger. All that remains is the mark, and mankind innately
understands this, otherwise why do people make a mark to begin with.
Why else build a pyramid?
The only immortality available to man is the change you cause by
scratching into the cave ceiling with your torn fingers before you
drown in the black water, and even that is eventually lost to time.
So did it matter that Dan the Informer stole two ladders with me? Or
did one unlawful change in property ownership allow a positive change
when we used those ladders to find useful work in society? I’ve always
said, there’s no sense shooting two Christians to save one … although I
don’t know what that means.
I had occasional work from the Bank’s trust department and bought a ’55
Chevy pick-up truck for $200. I went gliding about town showing off my
new rust. But that old truck couldn’t go faster than 35 mph.
I moved into a house on Washington Street that shared common areas and
I made a zoo of new friends.
Somehow our Washington Street group started an evening volleyball game
that attracted young people from all around the area. I had the final
say on the teams because I made them equal. I could divide up sides and
make them equal, and people accepted that about me. They looked to me
to do that at the beginning of each game.
Down deep inside, people just want equality and fairness. That’s what
people really want.
Inequality is the cause of every fight, and I was about find one.
Trouble was coming, and that trouble would be the first seed in a long
fight for bicycle equality on the road.
Chapter 23) James and the felony
Chapter 24) Arrest and sentence
Chapter 25) The-sex-try
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