Born of Frustration
OK, I went and titled this post "Born of Frustration" NOW I have that James song on my mind. Oh well at least I got the name "Sonja Gupta" out of my head. Annnnyway, the point of the title is that today was sort of frustrating. Read on...
The morning had me in a design funk. Couldn't make shit happen. Did what I could and did it pretty darn OK, then I went into House Husband Mode. I'll spare you all the details other than I got shit done, all whilst being pantsless and wearing a naughty French maid outfit. I'm not gonna lie to you, it was hot. But enough was enough, I needed to ride.
I got the Big Mama top side, loaded on the xB and headed to Boyce. I hoped for the best and got the worst. I started on some normally dry trails, but within 100 yards knew that the trails were in too piss pour of a condition to keep on. I'm no I.M.B.A. zealot but I know when shit is not proper and more importantly to me NOT FUN!
The bike gained 15 pounds of mud, leaves, sticks, and animal waste in about a half mile. I made the executive decision- ABORT!
I was disappointed that the temps were finally warm enough to ride the Big Mama WITHOUT 5 layers of clothing on, but I should have known better. Serves me right for trying to avoid the wind out on the road today. I should have just grown a set and did a road loop. You live. You learn.. YOU GO SHOE SHOPPING!!
OK, how gay did that sound? Well, I don't care, I figured since I hauled my spandex nut hugged ass the whole way out to M'ville, I was gonna salvage it with the purchase of a new pair of Vans. So I stopped by the mall and hit the "hipster shoe store". Found the pair I wanted and was told "we only carry whole sizes. Can I interest you in an 11 or a 12?" Inside I was raging! I wanted to take the vulcanized rubber and canvas shoe in my hand and beat this snot faced, tatooed, thinks he's a hipster, but probably listens to Green Day f*ck nut to a bloody pulp with it.
BUT, I just said "no thank", walked out, and thought that THIS is why I hate the mall/dealing with people. I tried to throw some casheesh to the locals, but Mr. Hip 'Cause I Got Me A Tattoo only carries whole sizes! So I give them $45 for some too tight or some too big shoes?? No thanks, there's a thing called the Internet, and I can go online and order up the EXACT pair I want, you know the Vans I'm talking about- the ones that say "bad mother f*cker" along the soles. OK, there is no such shoe, but there SHOULD be, and there will be.
Oh well, when it rains poop, it pours poop. It was still a great day. Warm temps, bunch o'shit got done, hanging with the B-Man, and now I get to have a couple beers. Not to mention Wifey will be home tonight and that will make for a happy B-Man and a happy me.
Hope to get a llllong road ride in tomorrow. I need MORE suffering. My tain't aint seen enough. ;)
Until then I gotz shit to think about...
Classic black or new school plaid? After all, plaid is the new argyle. You heard it here first.
Time for food.