my own worst enemy

Exhibit BB

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Latest evidence that I am my own worst enemy:

I decided to go biking with my roommate Phil last night along the Strand (a big sidewalk that runs up and down the beach here in the South Bay). As we're pulling out of the driveway he asks if I brought my wallet. "Nah," I tell him, "Why?" He mentioned something about cab fare in case of a flat tire. "Well, we're too far away to go back now!" he states in Animal-esque fashion. We were still in the driveway. Phil would have fit right in with the Tones.

As soon as we get to Manhattan Pier (about 3.5 miles out) I hear a hissing. The effin' front tire is flat. But O-ho! I have a spare inner-tube! We install the new tube and conjure up a pump from a biker passing by. Things are looking up for yours truly when the inner tube pops in the pumping process. That puts me at 3 inner tubes popped in the last two rides (I popped one on my last ride in Virginia, too).

Short story long, we tried calling our friends on our cell phones. No answer. Bastards. So the only option is to head back on foot. Phil pulls my bike beside his as he rides while I jog alonside in full cycling gear. Spandex shorts, jersey, helmet... the works. Let's just say I got a lot of puzzled looks from the residents of Manhattan Beach. You thought I was a biker, didn't you?!? You were WRONG, suckas!!

The good news is, I jogged about 2.5 miles of the way back. The bad news is, my calves are uber-tight today. Awesome. And by awesome I mean totally sweet.

In other news, Jism immensely enjoys her showers. That's not allowed in many parts of Utah.

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