get the shell pants on - the jacket... helment, gloves on, the reflective ankle bands... grab the bike... roll it out and the back end gives me the awe shit feeling... its flat... dead...
first thought:
Sweet, i'll put in the MR Tuffy when i change the tube...
then it hits me AGAIN:
genius here never transfered the sweet crank brothers mini-pump and the CO2 inflator back out of my winter jersey pockets after the ride on sunday...
No pump, two new tubes, a set of Mr Tuffys... and well... at least i can call in a ride - so i don't have to walk the 2 miles home.
so here i sit waiting - well not idly... i'm venting my aweshitness right now and gonna pull the tire off (hey did i mention earlier how nasty and black from road and rim and brake pad poop the bike is)...
funny thing?
I've got boxes of gloves laying around and i'm not gonna use them... too much of a traditionalist mechanic... if its dirty, i'll wash my damn hands when i'm done... gloves are for sissies and prissies (mechanics specifically, the rest of yall, racers and riders can have an excuse)
Oh and when i make comments - don't get offended, its my warped sense of humor - dats what ya get when your two favorite comics are Denis Leary and Rodney Carrington, however i'll laugh at pretty much anyone that can tell a good joke...
well - have a good weekend yall
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