Three weeks ago, I crashed a bike into one of the cable car tracks that run through San Francisco’s North Beach, breaking both the bike and my foot.

Contemplating weeks on crutches was bleak, particularly because I live at the top of one of the city’s biggest hills. I pictured myself locked away indoors, staring out of the window for days on end, like Emily Dickinson with an Uber Eats account.

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