Monday, June 26, 2006

 

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

 

Melty

On most weekdays, I drive a 1990 Dodge Caravan that my grandpa gave me a couple years ago. It saves miles and wear and tear on my 1995 Toyota Camry, which I plan to drive to about 1,000,000 miles. As a result, the Camry can sit out in front of my house untouched for days on end.

Here's what happens when you leave your favorite cd in the front seat of a closed up car for several days during an Arkansas summer.


What's funny is that I actually used to have an extra copy of this CD, and gave it away a couple months ago.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

 

You can't handle this

Remember when I used to post stuff on my blog? Yeah me, too. Those were good times.

I've been working the crazy shift at work, which has meant working till at least midnight every night for the last couple weeks, and also regular office hours, all at the same job.

I woke up at about 5:30am on Thursday, I was actually stressing about Autocad details in my dreams. I decided then and there that I needed to get out, get some fresh air, a change of scenery, and focus my eyes on something further than my computer monitor. I decided to go for a bike ride.

I used to spend all my spare time on a bicycle, but I haven't ridden very much at all since college, especially in recent years. So I pulled my Jamis Diablo mountain bike down from the hook, aired up the tires and took my out of shape body for a spin. It felt great, I'd forgotten how much fun it is to ride. I decided to ride out to where my special lady friend is house sitting, though I wasn't going to wake her at 6am. I was just about to her street when all of a sudden the right side handlebar snapped off completely, sending me to the pavement. I scraped up my knee and I think I pulled or bruised a muscle on the heel of my left hand. I ended up riding it back one handed, with my right hand working the brake and shifting on the broken handlebar. I don't know how I did that, because right now I can't even use my left hand to turn the door knob to get into my house. I guess that's what I get for naming my bike after the devil. And exercising.



Oh, and I just realized I got a flat tire as well.

To top it off, I went into work at 7am on Thursday and worked straight through the day and night until 2pm on Friday afternoon.

Anyway, the reason the handlebars broke was because in previous years I was quite the X-treme cyclist, riding skateparks and jumping over cars and whatnot with my mountain bike. Well, I made up the thing about the cars. This is actually the second time I've done this, though. The other time was in college when I was trying to pull off a 360 on a little jump we made behind the maintenance building.

If I get ambitious, I'll scan and post some pictures from my more X-treme dayz.

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