After pumping up the front passenger side tire on Da 'Woo with my very cool Topeak "Joe Blow Sport" bike pump on Friday I finally resolved to get new front tires. I need new brakes as well (rotors and pads). And a radiator flush, oil change and tune-up. It "needs" body work too (although I'd never pay for it). I had planned to call around on Saturday and see who could take it. Then it occurred to me that this was $800-1200 venture. The blue book on a beat up 2000 Daewoo Lanos is $1,860.
Needless to say, I picked up four new tires on my way home from the dry cleaners Friday night. It's nice to have new tires again.
I do believe that Bicentenial Man is one of the most brilliant and emotionally engaging movies I have seen. Go figure, it's about a robot. Robin Williams is an extraordinary actor.
While I'm of the opinion that there isn't really a bad night for a ride, tonight was especially great. It was still warm, but the breeze was coolish.
It's finally time to take my bike in to get the front brake fixed. I have some sort of issue with the hydraulic system which causes the front brake to seize. I'm sure this is not good for the break pads and makes pedaling much more difficult. I've had the caliper zip tied to my fork for a few weeks now. It's time I had both brakes again. With my work schedule, it's hard enough to get a ride in, much less spend time learning how to bleed my breaks. Into the shop it goes.
I biked the sliver strand today from IB to Coronado and back. It was quite warm, but cooler on the strand than it was back here at home. Not that the strand is any sort of a difficult ride, but I realized it's been a long time since I beefed it on my bike. I can't recall a single incident since the "18 stitches and three fractured ribs" doozy a few years back now. I suppose there's nothing like falling off your bike to teach you how to stay on it.
I wrote a poem tonight, believe it or not. Inspired by none other than good old Frank Castle himself. Not directly, I suppose. I saw the new movie telling that same old story of a man scorned by his memories. The sentimental character had a line that was repeated about three times during the movie. "Good memories can save your life." It's a cheesy line, but it started me thinking of that which haunts me silently and without notice. The basic gist of the poem is as follows:
The past haunts. The present flaunts. The future taunts.
We are haunted by some of our memories (the past). The hear and now is always pulling us toward instant gratification. The future, with it's "anything is possible" nature always offers just a little bit more.
I think it's a little late for this.