Angelina broke one of her pedals completely off on the way to Winco for groceries. Dang.
She had to push the bike to the store, and then push it home, loaded with groceries. She detoured to stop at Joanne’s to buy supplies for her “Stitch and Boots” Etsy shop – she’s making shoulder/shopping bags that exactly fit in the smaller Wald bike shopping basket.
Her saga reminded me of a story my Anthropology teacher told of an Inuit fishing trip. An ethnologist (a sociologist for non-European non-upper non-middleclass people) set out on a fishing trip with some Eskimos. About a day out, the outboard motor broke, and they paddled over to an ice floe and set up camp. One of the Eskimos found a piece of broken metal, and the leader guy started shaping it to replace the broken gear. After two days, it was ready. They fit the part in, and tried the engine. Failed. The ethnologist is getting really antsy now – they’re running out of food, three days into their three-day fishing trip, and he’s been on a 1/2 acre ice floe for two days watching a guy file metal.
They spent another day on the ice, filing that gear into the right shape. Finally, after a full day of file-file, fit the part, fail to start the engine, they ate the last of their food, filed a little bit more, put the new gear into the engine, and… fired it up! Thank God!
“Finally! We can go home!”
The Inuit looked at him. “Fuck that. We came to fish.”