Our bike shop is in the South Lake Union neighborhood of downtown Seattle. When Paul Allen decided that his neighborhood (he bought a lot of the properties in and around us) needed a trolley, well by golly, they started to build it. And since it’s the South Lake Union neighborhood, well by golly, it’s going to be called the South Lake Union Trolley. And then people caught on to it, and started referring to it as the SLUT. Even before it went online you could buy tshirts that say, “Ride the SLUT”. So they were forced to change the name to the Seattle Streetcar.

Too late. Everybody calls it the SLUT.

So the SLUT has a stop right in front of our bike shop. A SLUTstop, if you will. I went to a show the other night and I had to come to the shop to get my bike and gear on the way home. I was going to take the bus cuz it was raining like a mofo, so I just grabbed my gear and shoved it into the backpack and away I went. I didn’t make it even across the intersection when I managed somehow to get both wheels sucked into the SLUT tracks. As I started to tip over, I desperately tried to bunnyhop out of the groove I was in, but to no avail. If you’re a bike person, you’ll know the feeling of not being able to unclip from your pedals when you first tried clipless pedals… That was me, tipping right over. And sure enough, boom, right onto my right side, in the rain and all that. Now I have a sprained left thumb (don’t ask, I don’t know either), and the right side of my body is minorly bruised.

Stupid tracks….I got juiced!

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