Bill Lumberg
Merica
Commuting in the rain for the fourth of four days this week, I spotted a clear lane to get around some downtown traffic. Upon arriving in the promised lane, I found that it had been patched so frequently, so poorly, and so heavily that there was no flat surface anywhere. The frequency and size of the bumps were enough to, for the first time in years of use, overcome my trusty old Ram Mount's magic fingers. I saw something to my left, looked over, and saw my garmin ignoring its own squareness and spinning cheerfully down the road beside me, like a tiny gray wagon wheel. Having a sentimental side, I kept an eye on the garmin, silently wishing it godspeed in its newfound independence. As it turned out, we both ended up stopped at the next light. With no course modification or repositioning, I put the bike in neutral, bent down, and retrieved the gps, and returned it to the mount. It was missing the front bezel, but that was merely ornamental. Still worked fine. Road test complete.