Tuesday, April 4, 2017


I spend a lot of time alone.  Ride, wrench, live.  This generally means that when I do something stupid or embarrassing, there is no one there to see it.  I like it that way, I get to have a laugh at my own expense without worrying if anyone else noticed.  And when the joke is over, it's over, there is no grinning chucklehead constantly reminding me of that thing I did that one time....

On rare occasions though, I do something so monumentally (*warning, non PC descriptive term to follow, consider yourself warned) retarded that to not share it, at least in some uncharted, rarely visited internet backwater blog such as this, would certainly be a crime.

So for the intrepid wanderers and other happenstance visitors who might stumble upon these ramblings, I present, for your amazement and amusement, photographic proof of my latest bumble and bungle.  I will provide you with three pieces of information regarding said photograph:

1. It was late, I was very tired, and pissed because I had already pinched one brand new tube. 

2. The tire iron is coming out, not going in.

3. I ran a two hour race and three 1.5 hour practices before the iron in question began to make its egress (from what was essentially a brand new tire).

Well Mom, if you ever needed any further explanation as to why I am not a doctor, here you go.

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