The ride isn’t worth it really.
I kept saying to myself that I wasn't going to blog about this. I was hoping maybe not thinking about it would help me get over it, but honestly I was wrong. I got up early this morning to ride my bicycle to the social security office. I needed to look into options since I got denied for Medi-cal a few →
I think drugs might help with this one.
I am sitting here, setting the alarm on my cellphone for tomorrow. In my head I think tomorrow nine-thirty a:m should be perfect since I need to be dressed and ready for ten a:m. After setting my alarm for 9:30, I quickly realize that some one is going to knock on my door at nine-twenty a.m., and the first words →
The bad thing about bikes.
No matter how many times you have done it in the past. No matter how manner times you double check it. That first time you go to test-ride on a bicycle you built. It can be really scary. This time was no different. Part of the problem with building bicycles. If one thing breaks, it can take other things with it. →
Still raining today.
Sitting here I am looking at the front end of my bicycle. I am done running all the cables and parts from the handle bars. Of course I ran my shifter cables backwards the first time. But when I was finally done with the cables. I actually sat there, and looked at the way the cables ran from all the →
Day Three Apparently
I posted earlier how I was awaken by a call to tell me the bike shop was finished with my bicycle. That day was also sunny, warm, and the kind of day most bloggers post about. That was the day I also didn't have my bag on me when I got to the bike shop. I figured I would just →
Bedroom community?
I heard that term a few days ago for the first time. My Grandmother was trying to explain the reason no one in the neighborhood knows each other. Planned communities and gated neighborhoods are terms I am used to. There are several in both directions. Apparently I live in what is referred as a the "bedroom belt." People use this →
If you have to ask, you probably did.
First picture of me of the new year, chipped tooth and all. In a plain shirt as usual. When I give a damn and start shaving again, I might actually buy a few button down shirts. At ten a.m. I was one of the first people the bike shop called. One of the first questions in that conversation was, "did I wake →
Let them eat cake.
Yeah, I know it has been a bit since I posted last. I have to keep reminding people that I live in a small town where nothing much ever happens. It is small enough that if you stand on top of the hill across the street from my house, you can see two of the city limits if you know →
Then end with a trip to the hospital.
So I did manage to man up yesterday and strap the frame of my bicycle to my messenger bag. Turns out the frame was a lot lighter once I got it up on my back. It did throw my balance off a little. It also threw off where the bag sits on my back. The ride down to the bike shop →
There is always calling a cab.
My Dad stuck his head in my room and the only thing he said was "clean up your room." Then he promptly left. My first thought was of course. "Why is he in my room?" Then I looked around and realized there was a bicycle in my dirty clothes pile. So I decided it might be time to look around →
Yeah thats sounds about right.
This is new. I am in a small place called Esparto, California. It's to small for a police station, and the fire station is closed on weekends. So I am standing at a roadside restaurant were I noticed they served, "deep fried twinkies." I wanted some to, but I realized I only find places like this when I don't have time →
