back to the stand-by
I walked off the rail last night in an almost jovial mood. This is odd for me. I was near-optimistic and looking forward to having Friday off.
Then I was bitch-slapped and swear I heard a “ha” come from the heavens in the booming voice that talked to Charlton Heston that one time. Where my bike had stood proud and defiantly eco-friendly was a crowd of bikes that were decidedly not mine.
I think it may be the continuous vindication that leaves me with such a dismal impression of the human animal and it’s survival. In any case, my bike was jacked and I had to walk an unexpected mile to the house.
I’m not surprised. Bike theft is easy and ridiculously common. Still, it’s lame. I have my old bike (the tattered remains of what used to be a two-wheeled form of transport), but I’m still slightly peeved.
Turns out, after the walk, a quick dinner and some reading, I missed the lock more than the bike. I didn’t really spend much (relatively) on the bike and half-expected to have it stolen anyway. It was nice having a cable lock.
Anywho, I’m back to the old shitty bike and I have a few options:
a] I can buy a new bike at the same price,
b] bring the remaining one in for a massive tune-up (and pimp it to the nines),
c] take time on weekends to figure out a tune-up for myself and ride pub-tran around (because driving is for ignorant scum) until all parts are assembled in working order or
4] deal with the bike as is.
I’m leaning toward c, but have a feeling I’ll only muster the motivation for 4.
On a lighter note, Gladys Knight and the Pips:
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