This week it’s been hot as hell. It’s so hot, it’s too hot to even be racist. Rednecks will just say begin a slur and then just forget about the hatred and wipe the sweat off their brows. In all seriousness, it’s that rare kind of triple digit heat that happens a few times a year and causes the local news stations to run montages of mirages and heatwaves rising off asphalt while the anchors tell you to not to kill your old people and animals through ignorance in the heat.
Last week was much better. Low humidity, a nice breeze, bearable heat. It was great weather to go for a bike ride, so that’s what I did. I mounted my trusty Bianchi Campione. I was going to get a nice 11 mile ride in, taking a suburban route that would let me sneak down to Mount Trashmore and back. I managed to get through most of the scary heavy 4pm traffic and into the neighborhood that would be the rest of my ride. It was beautiful. Sun low enough in the sky to just make everything beautiful, a gentle breeze carrying away any hint of what heat there was. My legs were just beginning to warm up. I was entering a zen like state where I felt one with the machine I was clipped into. Pedaling, I rode faster, and faster, and faster. I felt like I could take flight at will, and was just staying terrestrial through choice.
I’d run over a nail with my back tire. Having had nails and tacks in car tires before, I wonder, how the hell do so many nails and tacks end up inthe road? Are construction workers really that negligent in the use of their nails, where these things just fall into car tires all willy nilly? Or is there a conspiracy among the rubber lobby to put these things in roads so people need to buy more tires? Either way, I unclipped from the pedals and got my ass off the seat in time to avoid riding the bike with both tires entirely flat.
Putting on biking gear sucks. Putting on biking cleats to clip into your bike, appropriate shorts and a shirt made of wicking material; and then sunglasses and a helmet (yea, I wear a helmet. I owe enough money on my student loans that there’s no way in hell I’m letting the little bit of knowledge I’ve purchased be wasted by a bump on the head) is a pain in the ass. The only thing that makes all of this worse? Wearing all of this gear while next to a bike you can’t ride. You just become a mockery of both man and machine. Luckily, I was able to call my girlfriend to come and get me in my Subaru Legacy wagon. At 203,000 miles, she was a beast (my car, not my girlfriend, whose mileage I’m not currently aware of).
And so I took my bike home and resolved to fix my flat when I had time.
A week later, I found myself with a great deal of time, as the timing belt of my dear Subie broke. A trip to the mechanic confirmed this, along with new knowledge that my engine likely never run again.
So, stuck at home, able to drive only when I can borrow my girlfriend’s car is available (I don’t have money saved up to buy a new car) I figured I would record a new video blog. And then I found out either my camcorder is broken or its charger. The final meaning of either is that I can’t even record a proper video blog today.
Shit is just falling apart on me right now. Thank God I don’t rely on a pacemaker, or else I’d probably be dead.