Current time: 7:32. The day started off mundanely enough. As usual, I awoke to the smooth stylings of San Francisco's own KFOG (home of World Class Rock, and by World Class Rock I really mean incredibly tight songs like "San Francisco Days" by San Francisco's own Chris Isaak, and pretty much anything by Joe Satriani). After much deliberation, I made an executive decision and got in the shower. At that point, I should have known I was in for a wild day. I generally make a point to not shower in the morning, but I guess I was feeling a little saucy or something. Luckily, that attitude changed about 15 minutes later when my bike got in a fight with a 2006 Chevy 1500 while I was riding it to the Cal Train station. True, my bike got pretty fucked up, and the back wheel has taken on many of the characteristics of, as Pam might say, "Ginny," or as Devin might say, "Beef Curtain," but you should see the truck. The ol' Veloz managed four (4) surface scratches on the front bumper of the metallic giant before getting pitched into the gutter. Bummer. The Chevy turned out to be a good sport, and offered my bike a ride home and I tagged along as well. I called my boss and let him know that I wouldn't be coming in today, I had to take care of my sick bike.
Weekend + 1. Go.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment