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It's super duper nice to be done with my writing project, but life gave me a nice kick in the balls (you know, figuratively) this morning just to make sure I don't get too cozy, I guess.
The last few times I've ridden my bike, I've had issues with the ride. A few weeks ago, I noticed that the brakes were dragging on my back tire, so I took it in to a bike shop that I passed mid-ride. They fixed me up in just a few minutes and I was on my way. I rode the rest of the day with no real issues. Then it started doing it again...riding with your brakes constantly (somewhat) engaged is really fucking hard. So on my way home last night, I rode to Performance and told them what was going on. They worked on it for a while and sent me on my way. It felt decent for the short ride home. Then this morning I woke up at butt o'clock to ride in, and I noticed the brakes were dragging again. I didn't have much choice other than to live with it, though, because it was 5:30am and the bike shop wasn't exactly open. But then my back tire went flat.
I whimpered about it for a moment, but then I called a cab company to come get me with a minivan or SUV cab that I could stow my bike in. So I made it to work on time, but now I have a gimpy bike sitting in an empty office here and I'm not sure what to do about it. Obviously I'll take it back to the bike shop, but there remains a question of how I'll get around for the next few days until McKenzie returns with the car. I can mooch rides through the weekend, I think, but getting to work on Monday is the challenge. Z says I could use his bike...but I don't think I want to. It's soooo heavy and there are huge hills that I am not going to want to power a super heavy bike up at 6 in the morning. Then again I've been working against the brakes on my own bike on my last few rides, so maybe it won't feel much different. Maybe I'll see if Peter can carpool on Monday. That's actually probably my best bet. It's funny how it's just so hard to come up with reasonable ideas when you're focused on a panic situation. But really I guess this doesn't have to be all that stressful. Still, it was a shitty way to start my day.
The day gets better, though -- I'm going to a concert tonight with my mother-in-law and a couple of friends. I don't have any writing assignments to do. I want to buy myself a treat of some sort for finishing that project, but I'm strangely not in a shopping mood right now. I'll give it time, I'm sure I'll start to feel differently soon.
The last few times I've ridden my bike, I've had issues with the ride. A few weeks ago, I noticed that the brakes were dragging on my back tire, so I took it in to a bike shop that I passed mid-ride. They fixed me up in just a few minutes and I was on my way. I rode the rest of the day with no real issues. Then it started doing it again...riding with your brakes constantly (somewhat) engaged is really fucking hard. So on my way home last night, I rode to Performance and told them what was going on. They worked on it for a while and sent me on my way. It felt decent for the short ride home. Then this morning I woke up at butt o'clock to ride in, and I noticed the brakes were dragging again. I didn't have much choice other than to live with it, though, because it was 5:30am and the bike shop wasn't exactly open. But then my back tire went flat.
I whimpered about it for a moment, but then I called a cab company to come get me with a minivan or SUV cab that I could stow my bike in. So I made it to work on time, but now I have a gimpy bike sitting in an empty office here and I'm not sure what to do about it. Obviously I'll take it back to the bike shop, but there remains a question of how I'll get around for the next few days until McKenzie returns with the car. I can mooch rides through the weekend, I think, but getting to work on Monday is the challenge. Z says I could use his bike...but I don't think I want to. It's soooo heavy and there are huge hills that I am not going to want to power a super heavy bike up at 6 in the morning. Then again I've been working against the brakes on my own bike on my last few rides, so maybe it won't feel much different. Maybe I'll see if Peter can carpool on Monday. That's actually probably my best bet. It's funny how it's just so hard to come up with reasonable ideas when you're focused on a panic situation. But really I guess this doesn't have to be all that stressful. Still, it was a shitty way to start my day.
The day gets better, though -- I'm going to a concert tonight with my mother-in-law and a couple of friends. I don't have any writing assignments to do. I want to buy myself a treat of some sort for finishing that project, but I'm strangely not in a shopping mood right now. I'll give it time, I'm sure I'll start to feel differently soon.