Originally Posted by
Canada1
My own mind.
Friday I did a double ride and returned to have to break down a shifter. I'm working away in the garage and hear "Oh you scared me". I jump because it scarred (startled) the crap out of me. Turn around and there is some sort of solicitor. I've got bearings and micro Shimano parts in my hand and say, "Sorry, it isn't a good time for a solicitor now. "She yells, "Oh, Okay, it is a bad time for a black person to come to your house". I say, "No, it isn't race, it's me working with small parts and timing." She goes from my house to the black guy across the streets house screaming about me being a racists the whole way. Since that time, I'm replaying the thing in my head and thinking how that could have gone better. Little shit people say and do occupy too much time in my head. Wish I wasn't wired that way.