Talking Treads

Walking from Starbucks back to the office a young kid, maybe 14, passed me on his BMX bike. The bike had one peg, on the right side of the rear wheel and made clicking noises as he pedaled. The kid was wearing long pants, a hoodie and knit cap with ear flaps. It was at least 75 degrees outside. He was singing We are the Champions as he passed. In spite of all the reasons not to want to be him, I was jealous.