always last to arrive in office with a few minutes late. Thought I was still weak after the illness that I brought from Stockholm. No matter how much force download on the pedals of the bicycle, the speedometer never came to 20 per hour.
Then I noticed that the rear tire was slightly deflated. First just a little 'soft, so I was not even sure who he really was, then more and more until I started to feel the relief of bicycles stylized painted on the bike path.
Then, past the MacBike I realize that I have a pump to use for free, and you know what? Which I almost stopped there. Although twenty minutes I have a dentist appointment, which has agreed to convert 80 euro into a capsule of my life equal to that which I skipped last night.
The MacBike is one of the great institutions of this city cycling, one of those who make more than € from the bags of tourists. Rent those red biciclettine all identical, which is usually drunk and see proceed in line with a report too soft, directed by flocks of tourists ringing at random in the happiness of being a weekend between the Dutch Netherlands. For once MacBike come in handy too.
The pump is a piece of brass with two valves and I can not guess where to apply pressure. Haste makes me even more lazy and decide to make a quick jump into the shop and ask for instructions.
I remove the key from the lock for the wheel and step back, slamming the door behind him. It is the hurry to talk to me in Dutch. "Wheel ... Buco, pump?" Answer "Entschuldigung, können Sie bitte wiederholen?" Were it not for the emphasis undoubtedly Dutch, I would say that he answered in German. Maybe this time is from the South I'll put more breath, I do "So c'avrei the flat tire, but I do not understand how the pump." He answers me again in German, then I, in an English emergency, just because I'm not going to switch to German: "Oh, sorry, du ver ingli bacon?" "Ah, but you italianoooo" - There is a this man does not speak the language? I bring to the discourse on the rubber, and what strikes me, "come from Trentino?" I auks, with all the syndromes of inferiority of one who comes from a place that the news does not exist and for the average Italian is a bit ' Veneto and a bit 'in Germany, I decided to give 5-minute break at the dentist and ask for explanations. "How did you find out?" "No, no, my colleague and Trentino. Simple answer, for someone who hoped that he had brought honor to the native soil. "Ok, salutamelo. You know, we're just over there, able to know him. " He tells me to come back tomorrow to greet the fellow, I reply that work tomorrow, but I end up in a week and I go to to be a common cause with the rest of us.
Party and the clock is now on 20. And in fact this is not a story with a moral but a natural conclusion: a rubber swells pushing a bicycle at a speed 20% higher than even a little deflated. And it seems little, but the 10 minutes that will prevent the preaching of the head because you get even with nine minutes late.
And then, about the head, the story does not end here mica, because it holds the wheel for another ten miles, deflating again imperceptibly, to abandon completely the next morning, along the Amstel, in the one point away from it all, do not go where even public transport. Already late, I have to call the boss and come and take me with that Volvo only family he has now.
is a period that is' so. It is to carry on for another week and then I'll have time to rest.
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