Brimming, bubbling, burning

The man burns this month.

I’m in a weekly improv show, and I’m going to extra rehearsals and shows in the hopes that I might get a solid group together.
I’m single, and acting the free spirit.

Life is chaotic, in other words.  This is why I don’t post.  Do I have stories?  Of course.  And to tide you over, I’ll bring one out.

I was riding along La Cienega on the way home, and the back tire went flat.  Ugh.  A Nuisance, but considering when I installed this super-industrial tire, it had a good run, and I put it through some shit.  I bought a couple tubes, thinking I might as well get the extra I’d need for Burning Man.  I got home, changed the tire, pumped it up, left for work that next morning.  Hmm, not inflated all the way.  Pumped it up again, good to go.  100 yards later, flat as a pancake.  Took the bike to the repair shop so they could give the rim/tire the once over, and they found a shard of metal inside the tire.  YAY!  New tire installed, I rode away happy and free.

A week later, I was riding down La Cienega on the way home.  A car was in the crosswalk, blocking access to the handicapped ramp to the sidewalk.  I ride on the sidewalk in various areas of LA.  If you’ve driven in LA, you understand that this is in everyone’s better interest that I do so.  With the ramp blocked, I had the great idea that I could jump up the curb.  Well, I was mostly right.  Back tire, flat, five feet further.

I replaced the tire, got an industrial fuck-me-in-the-ass-prison tire, and I’m riding fine.  Got an extra industrial tube, too, so I have two spares, and I got the dealies to take the tire off.  I can change a tire like crazy now.  I’m also becoming more and more excited that I will be buying a new bike after Burning Man.