Sunday morning I inflated both tires, they seemed to hold but there was a slow leak. Further investigation showed the culprits were these thorns. I really didn't go offroad but when raddidge smiled and said that everything's fine and I'm not under siege and it was just thorns.
Deep down, I still think it was random vandalism by overprivileged kids going to their queer for a year liberal arts college that cost their parents a second mortgage.
Well, we went to Criterion Bicycles and bought the best item ever. A brass Incredibell! Good lord, I love this bell and feel exceptionally manly riding around town ringing the bell for no reason or to fill in the blanks when I do my own version of filking with off-color tunes!
Later we went to Albertson's where I got Taylor Ham and two packs of Stewart's Ginger Beer. Later we stopped at Michael's for craft stuff, raddidge bought a bunch of yarn and I'm hoping she may crochet me a blanket. Safe at home once more, Spot went walkies while I wrestled with my tires so I could change and patch the inner tubes. Soon enough it was time for the PPV, raddidge went home to catch up with chores and I kept nodding off because I didn't get much sleep the other night.
Here's to a better week and a better tomorrow.
