|the endless paved trails district|
It was a front tire disaster that kept me from the valley on what would have been a short ride anyways. The disaster was the Stan's had dried up and the tire would not inflate. Hence, a run downstairs in the basement and a bottle of Stan's Was brought up. The proper and more intelligent cyclist, blogger would have measured the proper amount and put it in the tire. Me. I squeezed every last drop of that Stan's until that fuckin bottle made a farting noise and I giggled like a school girl.
I had to get something to inflate my tires as I had been riding around for about 5 months or longer with no pumps. I just high fived an intern than fired him for high living me for that. I drove to MEC and I had other adult shitty stuff to do so I cancelled the valley ride and opted for homebase. Was it karma for my assholiness that came in droves as I drove by the Best Buy and laughed at all the chumps lined up outside.
"What a bunch of assholes" I said quietly under my breath like the very douchy white guy that I complain about on here.
The karma hit me when I pulled up to MEC and the lineup went around the corner. "Well fuck" I said under my breath...
I had no choice. I needed to get inside.
The Beaumont ride below in pics.
|the beaumont grocery district|
|the beaumont fucked up house district|
|the beaumont "FORE!" district|
|the beaumont coronavirus outdoor eating cafe district (i really don't know what this is)|
|the beaumont hero district. you're god damn right!|
|the beaumont brewery district. come here, its delicious, check hrs first|
|the beaumont not forgotten district|