Don't forget your toothbrush.
So I haven't written in this for a bit, and I thought I was going to keep up with it again. I've been busy with my lovely lady, bikes, work, shitty weather, nice weather, Florida, Boston, and the list could go on.
Or maybe I just don't have a computer of my own. To upload my thoughts to the C:/ or the E:/
Regardless, I have come to realize that I missed Florida more than I thought.
The weather, the beach, how easy and less hectic long bike rides are. I missed my family too.
I'm sitting here 5:44 am, no sleep. Flight at 10 am.
I hate the airport.
More specifically, baggage check-in and claim, and also the ride to and from the airport.
So today was an eventful day.
Last night we went into Tampa, rode bikes. Min, Alex, Fernando and I. I've missed quickly paced, long rides. My legs hate me for it, and I realize how unconditioned I have become.
Fast forward. Next day.
Riding more bikes. I get hit by a car. Long story short, woman cuts me off in her sedan while making a right turn, and her excuse was "I didn't see you." LOL WUT. Some SUV driving faggot also tried to tell her it was my fault. NAH NAH NAH. No injuries, to me or my bike thank jah. Her car sustained a long scratch from my handlebars. Oof.
Fast forward again to tonight. Monday Night Madness (Monday midnight mass? Gay.)
We're riding through Winter Park suburbia/Rollins college, about 10 of us on bikes, two drunk bros yell obscenities at us. We turn around. I go up to them, and ask what they said, they come up to me with two empty beer bottles, one is probably 5' 10" and the other is a little taller than me but with a stocky build, he's holding the beer bottles. They clearly don't understand that I'm trying not to pick a fight, and still provoke. The tall guy takes a swing at my face and then the other guy smashes a beer bottle on my elbow. It's pretty much me against these two at first, so the taller guy gets my u-lock in his face. He starts bleeding. My glasses fall and get smashed in all of this, Emelio, John Park, Jay and Miranda are there. Everyone starts fighting, they(bros) threaten to call police, we call their bluff, and the fight continues. One of the guys picks up Miranda and body slams her (and also says "I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS" LOL WUT?) Emelio swings his bike at the guy, and then the taller dude gets the bike and swings it at his own friend. He's clearly drunk/fucked up/roid rage. They throw Emelio's bike in the lake. We call the police, the bros run away and hide somewhere in Rollins. Police come, statements are filled out. The end.
I doubt they'll find them. I wish I could press charges for my glasses. Oh well, what a night.
Time to shower.
See you soon pumpkin.
Or maybe I just don't have a computer of my own. To upload my thoughts to the C:/ or the E:/
Regardless, I have come to realize that I missed Florida more than I thought.
The weather, the beach, how easy and less hectic long bike rides are. I missed my family too.
I'm sitting here 5:44 am, no sleep. Flight at 10 am.
I hate the airport.
More specifically, baggage check-in and claim, and also the ride to and from the airport.
So today was an eventful day.
Last night we went into Tampa, rode bikes. Min, Alex, Fernando and I. I've missed quickly paced, long rides. My legs hate me for it, and I realize how unconditioned I have become.
Fast forward. Next day.
Riding more bikes. I get hit by a car. Long story short, woman cuts me off in her sedan while making a right turn, and her excuse was "I didn't see you." LOL WUT. Some SUV driving faggot also tried to tell her it was my fault. NAH NAH NAH. No injuries, to me or my bike thank jah. Her car sustained a long scratch from my handlebars. Oof.
Fast forward again to tonight. Monday Night Madness (Monday midnight mass? Gay.)
We're riding through Winter Park suburbia/Rollins college, about 10 of us on bikes, two drunk bros yell obscenities at us. We turn around. I go up to them, and ask what they said, they come up to me with two empty beer bottles, one is probably 5' 10" and the other is a little taller than me but with a stocky build, he's holding the beer bottles. They clearly don't understand that I'm trying not to pick a fight, and still provoke. The tall guy takes a swing at my face and then the other guy smashes a beer bottle on my elbow. It's pretty much me against these two at first, so the taller guy gets my u-lock in his face. He starts bleeding. My glasses fall and get smashed in all of this, Emelio, John Park, Jay and Miranda are there. Everyone starts fighting, they(bros) threaten to call police, we call their bluff, and the fight continues. One of the guys picks up Miranda and body slams her (and also says "I'M GONNA FUCK YOUR ASS" LOL WUT?) Emelio swings his bike at the guy, and then the taller dude gets the bike and swings it at his own friend. He's clearly drunk/fucked up/roid rage. They throw Emelio's bike in the lake. We call the police, the bros run away and hide somewhere in Rollins. Police come, statements are filled out. The end.
I doubt they'll find them. I wish I could press charges for my glasses. Oh well, what a night.
Time to shower.
See you soon pumpkin.