Punctured bicycle, on a hillside desolate...

Managed to run over something nasty...a small (very sharp) piece of glass or metal. I thought it may have been a thorn, but when I pulled it out my tire gasped *poof.

So to date, I have a forced-fixed gear road bike with a flat front tire...

Life keeps getting better! :)

"Everything is everything," I thought. "And in this world, anyone is anyone."

Many mental pot-holes today. Riding this wobbly wheel leaves an uneasy feeling; like the wheel on which I now ride is slowly falling apart underneath me. Spokes, rim and tire. The whole fucking wheel. It's probably not safe. But I gotta hold on, and keep moving.


The town is packed to the gills with strange faces...I hate San Diego. A new start, something drastic; a cataclysmic geological event is in the works to get myself out of this place...

Nothing new. Haven't biked in a few days. Weather's been odd...and It's gonna be a real long time before Tasty is back up to speed. It sucks, but hoping this weekend will prove different.

A measly evening tonight...at least the mist was nice, feeling it mix and mingle with the sweat of my brow and fogging my vision...as well as rusting up the frame a bit. But as this old bike ages, like wine it only gets better with age.

Maybe it's time to buy new batteries for my headlight...seems a bit dim.

Here is what he felt:

A different kind of Cadence. Tonight a new pedal feel. High gear to low gear, shifting left and right uphill and downhill. More resistance than usual, but clearly enough. (whew!) The feeling of resistance against the pavement when transferred from feet to legs was intoxicating. Like solving a math problem; perfect cadence is plug-in and go, precise and rhythmic. You know when you have it right.

And now the evening divulges at Lestats, the local coffee house, except…there is no power. Total blackout. A return to the dark ages. Candlelight. An hour of romance behind the darkened screen of a silicon computer. No action. Just the sweet jazz and faces concentrated, fascinated by the tiny, eternal flames from lamps emitted by tea lights on the tables. Eerie, beautiful silence. Not unlike the silence of slipping through dark city streets on the heels of speed, that new cadence.

Okay. So. Here's the situation. I'm gonna need a new rear wheel and a new rear derailuer. We're looking at about $140 bucks to get Tasty back up to performance. Until next weekend, it looks like I'm riding a fixie...which I don't really like, but at least I can ride, a little.

1910 Pierce with a chainless drive system! The 'Kelly' handlebars swing around from a 'Cruise mode' to a 'Sport mode' for faster riding. It also features a hydraulic rear suspension. This bike was top of the line in 1910, a nice alternative for a citizen before cars took the mainstream. A true beauty, they don't make bikes like this anymore!