Skipping a Milestone

Yesterday I noticed that my motorcycle's odometer had just turned over 6000 miles.

In the four years since it was built, that particular machine has gone about one fourth of the distance around the Earth, or approximately one thirtieth of the distance a particle of light travels in one second.

What interests me isn't so much the relation between the speed of the bike and the speed of light. I just wanted to point out that I'm almost certain I was airborne at the moment of reaching the 6000-mile mark, floating over a particularly bumpy part of the intersection of Meridian Street and Troy Avenue.

The odometer gear gets its reading from the front wheel, which would still have been spinning, tallying my travels in mid-air.