aw crap
i realized, while riding my bicycle to school at 3:30 in the morning, chiefly two things (that is to say, i noticed a great deal of things which are inconsequential and would bore the arm hair off anyone who's reading this). first, my bicycle is wobbly. well, not the whole bicycle, merely the back tire of the bicycle. i have no idea how this happened, and even less of an idea of how to fix it. do i hammer it into place like i imagine people took their bicycles to blacksmiths to have it hammered over an anvil? i started to worry about finding an anvil, and then realized i should find out whether i have a hammer. i guess a hammer might not even be the way to go about solving a dilemma such as this. they must have fabulous machines in bicycle repair shops that measure just how wobbly my tire is, calculate exactly how much force is needed to correct this wobble, and apply a remedy so that the tire runs smoothly within a standard deviation. i suppose this is plausible. either way, i'm screwed on the way back.
the second thing i noticed, which actually bothered me more than the wobble (i actually sort of like the word wobble, and am glad my bicycle has a wobble, however the wobble happened, haha), was the fact that i was making choo-choo train noises while i was pedaling. the entire trip. out loud. the fact that i was making these sounds disturbed me roughly 56% less than the fact that i didn't notice i was making these sounds. until i reached the fringe of campus and someone saw me making these sounds, that is. i don't know anymore. perhaps i'm going bonkers and my mind has yet to catch up to my subconscious? or my subconscious thinks i'm a train, but only when i'm churning my legs in locomotive action? i might have even put my bicycle into a lower (higher? i don't even know) gear so that i could pedal faster and imitate being a train. oh crap. i need to check my bicycle when i leave. yowza.
arg... back to studying.
the second thing i noticed, which actually bothered me more than the wobble (i actually sort of like the word wobble, and am glad my bicycle has a wobble, however the wobble happened, haha), was the fact that i was making choo-choo train noises while i was pedaling. the entire trip. out loud. the fact that i was making these sounds disturbed me roughly 56% less than the fact that i didn't notice i was making these sounds. until i reached the fringe of campus and someone saw me making these sounds, that is. i don't know anymore. perhaps i'm going bonkers and my mind has yet to catch up to my subconscious? or my subconscious thinks i'm a train, but only when i'm churning my legs in locomotive action? i might have even put my bicycle into a lower (higher? i don't even know) gear so that i could pedal faster and imitate being a train. oh crap. i need to check my bicycle when i leave. yowza.
arg... back to studying.