Charge Plug

I’ve gotten genuinely lazy. Not the cute kind—genuinely, embarrassingly lazy. Used to ride, swim, play football. That all stopped. Now there’s a spare tire and something has to give.

So I got obsessed with a Charge Plug. Don’t ask me why this specific bike—it’s probably just how I work, thinking some new object will fix something wrong with the person using it. I went to my bike shop and asked about one. The guy laughed. Apparently those bikes sold out years ago when everyone wanted them at once. Come back next year, he said.

Next year.

But I keep seeing Charge Plugs all over Berlin. People are riding them. Which means someone out there owns one and doesn’t want it anymore. Maybe they need cash. Maybe they got bored. Maybe they’d sell it to the guy who won’t shut up about wanting one.

Probably not. But I can’t stop thinking about it.