Leads man?...

So I didn't call the cops on the bike thing... I guess if you havn't been at least stabbed well you shouldn't bother calling them...

So... we went to the farmers market...

And LAB (Lo and Behold) I found the brake cable off the bike... Yes, the home job bike that had the home job splice on the comepletly siezed brake... so... what can I do now?



No I wait.... and when I see my bike downtown... I'm going to run it over... it's my bike! I can do what I want...


Camry is hungry...

They peed on my rug...

Well... in a non literal way they peed on my rug. Actually they just stole my bike... I don't know if I would have been more upset if it was my real bike, or Erik's bike, or maybe even Anno's bike.... these things would have been annoying but no...

They took my tandem bike... my piece of crap yet to be fixed barely drivable bike that really was a long way from anything and had nothing but potential... and this is mourning... the potential is gone. A regular bike, or a good bike even is predictable... who knows what could have happened on this tandem bike? Who knows what it could have become...

Well, all I can hope for now is that it's dead in the river valley, starting to rust. Rust from the moisture of the blood and guts of the guy that was impaled because the breaks didn't work and after steeling it he went off the road and smashed in a tree and bled lots... and lots...

...

and lots.


Jerk.