Pedicabbed three linebacker-sized dudes and their equally corpulent girlfriends a mile or so after an ASU game. Had my ass slapped my many a drunken ASU student, not to mention a few cougars out for a night on the town in Phoenix. Rode a mile and a half with a dude's money to a gas station, bought gas cans and filled them with gas, took them back to dude and his outtagas car where it was parked illegally. After a Suns game I hauled a drunk guy less than half a mile to a hotel so he could sleep it off--he gave me a C-note. Broke a derailleur cable in Tucson and hauled a few people up that goddamn hill from the U of A stadium to the parking lots across Speedway stuck in the middle ring and the second cog from the small end of the cassette. Drunk Red Sox fan gave me $40 to trade ballcaps; his was Sox, mine was ASU. I think he thought I was a Diamondbacks fan.

****, I'm gonna miss pedicabbing. But my hat's off to the messengers who dodge traffic with file boxes balanced on their bars.