No more cow shit.
I went out today with the intention of going for a long bike ride in the glorious weather we are having here in the Bay Area (California). I got to mile five and heard something I’ve never heard before. My front tire was leaking air faster than our government can spend 800 billion dollars. I pulled over quickly, and it was pretty much done for. Thank goodness I had a spare tube in my backpack because I was not in the mood to look for the hole and use the patch kit. I think out of the 10 people that passed me, only one had a comment (“Bike broke down, huh?”) and no one offered to help. I didn’t really need the help, but one offer would have been a nice gesture. Is it just the way things go out here in California? I bet if one of those hot cougars at the park had similar problems, people would have been fighting over who could help her… out of her sports bra. Bah humbug.
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