so last night after working all day while the girl was off with her girlfriends on a northern california coastal trail....i'm was never mad, but given the choice of work or coastal trail, i would have probably taken the trail...
but anyway i decided that i would head out after work for a bit of a ride and catch the sunset somewhere...do something nice for myself....but after a series of stoner moments...i settled on a picking up a couple of new dvds, music and misc bs that i needed....then get a wild hair...i'll pick up BBQ for dinner...the place is kind of out of the way but what the hell they have been resurfacing so many streets that i have been taking new routes everywhere these days...
kind of a boring story......until i decide to follow the bike route, which alone isn't bad...but this route is straight through the hood, and for every stop sign removed i see numerous how do you say this...ok straight up always works.....everywhere i look i am seeing crack deals go down....funny how that seems to make the legs move a little faster after dark...
every turn i make i am turning into a deal...i am laughing inside to myself and at some of the cracked out people, make a final left where there are several groups of oaklands' young urbanites getting their hustle on...
which translates into there are several groups of 5 or more on this block where both sides of the street are lined with apartments...these 5or mores are all watching their sellers and all the other groups of 5's..their sellers are running back in forth from the apartments, under fences, wherever they have their stuff stashed, and back to the cars of those pulling up to pick up their crack.....
talk about your wrong turn...i can't get off this block fast enough, and turning around isn't an option..
thats just about the time i heard my tire pop, the gods bust out laughing...no problem i think...i'll just have to true my rim, cause i'm not stopping...funny thing was that i'd just got it right...kind of laughed to myself as i felt the wobble in my wrist and i realize its not my rear wheel but my front tire....a flat on my front tire...i can't remember the last time i had one....but this is going to be the fastest repair i have ever done, and i had the tire i swear the back tire was still moving...but wait...something is missing...where is the spare tube?....oh i know where it is...its on my girlfriends bike....no worries pull the patch kit...patch it and start to pump it up all before the first guy comes over....the mini pump is performing like a champ...up to 50psi in a snap...which was more than enough to get me the hell up out of there...
enter mr murphy...as i take off the pump, the valve stem snaps..
as second homie steps towards my well...
a couple of thoughts entered my mind...but most importantly was i really wished i'd not had $300 cash plus 3/4oz in my bag....as third homie came over i stood up in disbelief that i was going out like this...think fast rabbit....they can smell fear...i ask fourth homie if he had a swisher...he said no, but 2nd homie did...as i pulled a small bag with a couple of smashed nuggets i'd had in my pocket all day at work, then taking the swisher and rolled a perfect blunt....2 of the guys went back to work, while the other 2 called over a couple more lieutentants and we got faded, talked a little s*#t, then i took off walking my bike thanking the stars above....