TSIA
Month: January 2006
Back on Bike
Well, I rode around the CBD today to see if the shoulder hurts while riding. Even with my kinda-extreme position on the bike it didn’t hurt at all. I don’t wanna push it, so I wasn’t riding too crazy. Trying to explain to someone why I need “ANOTHER bike?” is always fun. It’s hard to explain… each bike handles differently so depending on your mood you may want to ride a different style. My IRO is fairly aggressive for me, so I’d like to get something with a little more relaxed geometry. I’m thinking of either a single speed, or depending on the amount of my FEMA grant, I may go custom. I hear really good things about JonnyCycles. I’d like a military brown singlespeed with a red headtube and accents on the down/seat tubes with little hurricane symbols carved out of the lugs and maybe also the ends. Mmmm. :)
Vincent: 1, Glasses: 0
I met Lloyd at the Pub today to say hello and whaddiyaknow… his neighbors found my glasses in the street. The remarkable thing is that they didn’t know they were mine, but tpicked up them up anyway. Lloyd happened to see them and asked who they belonged to and they said they didn’t know and found them outside their apartment. Yay, I can see again. Woohoo.
Plus, I got my bike back from Mitchell today. After flipping my bars upside down a-la bum-bars I took my first ride post-accident around the street. Didn’t hurt at all. I’m a little hesitant about riding too much though, especially at night. Maybe I’ll take her for a spin tomorrow and see how it goes. I really can’t wait to get back riding.
Since Mark got his FEMA grant, I can’t help but think of the things I’m going to by
Definately the Metra Cocktail Table and S-2 VW End Table from Bike Furniture.
Then there’s a new bike. :) I’m looking at the Surly Steamroller, the Kogswell G, Gunnar Street Dog, the standby: Bianchi Pista or a few others like an A.N.T demo bike or the Raleigh Rush Hour, I’m also looking at going custom – maybe a Jonny but $1200 is a lot. But Ooooooo, it’d be cool.
Oh fuck, not again
Nothing sobers me up quicker than pronounced blurred vision and the sudden realization that I am on a couch that is not mine.
I went out last night with Lloyd and Debbie and somewhere between 11:30 and 12:30 I lost 45 minutes of my life and my brand new glasses.
Fuck.