A duo of dork-gadgets engineered into one deftly
designed device (ding), we each installed one on
our handlebars. The no name bell and compass
add an endless supply of joyful (ding, ding)
emphasis (ding) to any otherwise tedious cycling
road trip (ding). The timbre of the dinging bell
bring a smile to almost everyone they reach
though the compasses can cause unintended
difficulties (ding, ding, ding) as the two always
seem to point in opposing directions.
UPDATE: Actually the compass works quit well.
We use it all the time. It's amazing how we can
ride into a reststop and, after just a few short
moments, remount our bicycles, pull out into traffic
and forget the direction in which we were headed.
"We turned in from the left," Amanda will insist.
"No, we came from the right," I'll demand. If not
for the compass to settle the argument we might
end up riding back and forth down the same road
all day long.
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