This is a spellbinding story by my Seattle bike friend Tom.

"When I glanced the flat-head screwdriver in his hand, time stopped. The shouting stopped. The shellack-coated handlebars gripped in my fingers stopped shaking and pulling away from me. For just one second, I focused so hard on that screwdriver that time froze.

And for that second, only one thought was on my mind: I am a very stupid person."

Whole story at the link above.

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great story

This isn't Seattle

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