(Image courtesy of some random site)

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Still recovering from my spill on the road bike. It’s been roughly two weeks and the largest patch of road rash (on my upper thigh) hasn’t healed much at all due to the constant repatching and cleaning of the wound. I asked my boss if I could work from home till Thursday of this week, my only option now is to leave my wound exposed and with a steady stream of neosporin, hopefully it’ll start to scab up finally. I just need this over with so I can start feeling like a normal person again.

Went down to Helen’s Cyclery during my lunch break and almost gave myself a heart attack when I thought my dream ride went on a ridiculous sale. The first photo is the lame angle that got me shaking uncontrollably, and the second photo, well…yea, you get it. Someday, she’ll be mine…someday.

This is Hannah, we met in college through out mutual friend, Enoth. Over the 8 years we’ve known each other, Hannah has become my girl bud, I consider her one of the guys and have nothing but great times whenever we get together.  My favorite Canadian or as I’d like to call her Spunky. Hannah also likes her smokes, so far my mission to cease her habit has been futile but I won’t yield, wish me luck.

(Photo courtesy of Jongman)

Following my disastrous incident on the road bike, I decided to spend a leisurely afternoon in the open fields gunning around my nitro-car and sessioning Jongman’s kite. This was my first time kite-flying and as hard as Jong tried to instruct me, I couldn’t get the hang of it, its a lot harder than it looks. Nevertheless I had a great time, if these gale force winds continue, I’ll try to get footage of Jongman and his mad kite-flying skillz, he can make it breakdance…no joke. For more open field goodness, check out Jongman’s flickr.

This past weekend I got some love from the asphalt and by love I mean I got pummelled. Before my first official crash on the road bike, my headwind fested 40 miler was going well, that is, until I decided to top off the ride with a quick climb up Turnbull Canyon. After I reached the top I started my descent back down snaking my way from switchback to switchback, I was flying high until the last sweeping U-turn when a black suburban full of rowdy teenagers ran me off the road. Punks almost rear ended me causing me to lay down my bike at around 35 mph. Its ironic, I always thought my first real crash on my road bike would have been during one of my commutes to or from work in LA, not on the open roads of Hacienda Heights and especially not by a bunch of punk teenagers driving lifted suburbans. My body’s a wreck; road rash + muscle pains + swelling = crappy sleepy time, even worse is the condition of my Lemond, poor thing, I just gave it a overhaul not so long ago. Could have been worse, I guess, nevertheless god is still in control.

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