Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I took a spill off my bike!
Today I decided to get off my ass and back onto my bike. I haven't ridden in @ 3 weeks. I dunno what happened, The Gout, the headcold, rainstorms, & the laziness. But it had to stop.
I hadn't been to the garden in 2 weeks until Sunday, and wanted to get back to watering almost daily schedule. Sunday there was tons of weeding to do, 3lbs of hot peppers and a few tomatoes.
Anyhow...I got up and got out of the house, then went to get some air in my tires from the bike shop. I go to do this and it drains air out of my tire, I then notice a post-it 3 feet from the hose saying "our airhose is broken, feel free to come inside while we're open and fill up", well it was 3 hours before they opened. This angered me because this is the 2nd time this has happened to me there.
So, I ride off North to the gas stations. I get to the first one and realize I'm not carrying any money. So, no $0.25 for the air pump. I proceed to weave my way from Greenbay & Emerson to Golf & McCormick, hitting the 3 gas stations, but none are free air.
I end up along the sculpture parks by the river, but the low air tire is making me work extra hard, so at Dempster, I decide to go home, as I'll never make it to the garden in time to water and get to work on time.
So, as I pass Dodge, I decide to go in to Lake St. as Dempster is very busy. I get over to Lake, but they're doing construction, so I have to get on the sidewalk just a block before Asbury. Up ahead I see Nancy-Fertility Clinic and her double-wide stroller on the cell phone and can see I'll never get past her and that she's oblivious to me. Here comes an alley, so I can get back into the street where I belong (adults on bikes should ride in the street). As I turn into the alley ramp, it's all sand and gravel and the bike skids. I am able to slide out from under the bike and catch myself on my hands and the roll. I don't hit that hard, not knocking the wind out, but close to it. I barely scraped anything, my pants didn't rip, and I'm pretty OK, just shaken.
I get back on the bike, but the chain had popped off, but I fixed it and headed off.
I catch up with Nancy-cellphone at Ridge and see that she's still gabbing oblivious and that there's 2 seats in the stroller with one kid, the empty filled with crap.
I get home shower off and head off to work.
Work is a whole other post, as the letter we got in the mail may be the coolest bit of ridiculousness ever.
I hadn't been to the garden in 2 weeks until Sunday, and wanted to get back to watering almost daily schedule. Sunday there was tons of weeding to do, 3lbs of hot peppers and a few tomatoes.
Anyhow...I got up and got out of the house, then went to get some air in my tires from the bike shop. I go to do this and it drains air out of my tire, I then notice a post-it 3 feet from the hose saying "our airhose is broken, feel free to come inside while we're open and fill up", well it was 3 hours before they opened. This angered me because this is the 2nd time this has happened to me there.
So, I ride off North to the gas stations. I get to the first one and realize I'm not carrying any money. So, no $0.25 for the air pump. I proceed to weave my way from Greenbay & Emerson to Golf & McCormick, hitting the 3 gas stations, but none are free air.
I end up along the sculpture parks by the river, but the low air tire is making me work extra hard, so at Dempster, I decide to go home, as I'll never make it to the garden in time to water and get to work on time.
So, as I pass Dodge, I decide to go in to Lake St. as Dempster is very busy. I get over to Lake, but they're doing construction, so I have to get on the sidewalk just a block before Asbury. Up ahead I see Nancy-Fertility Clinic and her double-wide stroller on the cell phone and can see I'll never get past her and that she's oblivious to me. Here comes an alley, so I can get back into the street where I belong (adults on bikes should ride in the street). As I turn into the alley ramp, it's all sand and gravel and the bike skids. I am able to slide out from under the bike and catch myself on my hands and the roll. I don't hit that hard, not knocking the wind out, but close to it. I barely scraped anything, my pants didn't rip, and I'm pretty OK, just shaken.
I get back on the bike, but the chain had popped off, but I fixed it and headed off.
I catch up with Nancy-cellphone at Ridge and see that she's still gabbing oblivious and that there's 2 seats in the stroller with one kid, the empty filled with crap.
I get home shower off and head off to work.
Work is a whole other post, as the letter we got in the mail may be the coolest bit of ridiculousness ever.
Comments:
What did the letter say - DONT LEAVE ME IN SUSPENSE - it's a suspense drama and I've always wanted to be into soap operas... Gimme the goods.
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