Ode to my Mojo

I’d like to take a moment to thank my faithful friend, the tiki mask wired to the head tube of my bicycle. It was a gift to me from my parents and sister while we were vacationing in Guatemala. I had the real version of Montezuma’s revenge. Tiki was there.

The tiki was also there during my stint as a Manhattan bicycle messenger. He was attached to the head tube of a different bike, my aluminum Cannondale, and saw me through three collisions with taxis and countless deliveries.

I’m not really superstitious, but I guess it’s good to have a little rabbit’s foot every now and then.