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.
Later.
posted by Jason @ 7:04 PM
12 comments
12 Comments:
So you don't like people with tattoos? I'll remember that next time we go riding.
Ooh I'm gonna have to vote for black.
That being said, I listen to Green Day and have a tattoo.
I'm not hipster, though!
Give me a break, a brother just wants some Vans!
Don with you it's more what part of you ISN'T tattooed! HA! Plus my father is tattooed, my MOTHER was tattooed, OK that's a lie, but I dig you the most.
P.C., Black it is then, despite your Green Day handicap you are hipper than you know. Keep it up.
j
I second the black sk8s - I went through about 5 pairs of these shoes in the bad old days. I would wear them until my toes were basically hanging out of the end of the shoe. Oh, and people with tattoos are generally untrustworthy, hot-headed, listen to bad music and ride bikes slowly. Must be the ink.
Mr Schmalzer how did you do at the Snotcycle? Anyway heading down to Coopers Rock tomorrow for some riding.
The Soiled Chamois has now officialy become a battle ground for SMACK!
No one rides slower than me and I have NO ink. Excect for the one that says Gangsta Bitch on my belly.
How do you know I don't have any tattoos?
Why not do our own 5 hour (screw camp hilbert) race Sunday, weather be damned?
Poach Hilbert or here? ;) I'd be in if the trails weren't such shit.
I'll let you know what the trails are like at Coopers Rock when I get back today. I'd be willing to go back down tomorrow. Or we could hit up Moraine.
Brad I've seen that unicorn/rainbow tattoo of yours
you have to go with the new school plaid. nothing says style like a plaid shoe.
you know, it this were that awesome racinrick blog HE'D man up and post a pic of the french maid outfit. just sayin
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