Lamentable limbs
The countdown had come to an end, the contraption forcing me to perpetually give the world a thumbs-up was scheduled to hatch a rejuvenated limb. Giddy, I hopped on my bicycle and headed towards the doctor’s office. As I steered single-handedly for what I thought was the last time, I daydreamed of doing backside airs again, tying my shoes with utmost ease, coming closer to crossing juggling pineapples off of my bucket list. I had been robbed of the ultimate primate perk for much too long. Never take opposable thumbs for granted.
Alas, I had arrived:
Despite the renewed contraption, I pranced down to San Diego with Dr. photographer/professor/evil mastermind Julian Bleecker to break in the new cast with some fellow vertically driven minions.
The aerodynamic qualities of that chunk of fiberglass are slightly stale 
lipslide over the deathbox Tricks requiring my left hand will just have to continue to wait…
Amelia Brodka 
