I got screwed

Went riding on Monday. Time was tight but I knew I could get two hrs in. It's an awesome day, a break from the rain. Mother nature as settled her mood for the moment. I have my orange tint shads on. The sky is a bit more blue and seems to stretch beyond my imagination, the grass is a bit more green, with the sign that it could be spring. The Hills which the Livermore Valley stretches from, like a cat awaking from a nap, are covered with snow, white like an angels wings. Ah yes the moments why man becomes one with the bicycle. Why bicycle riding is a drug one never wants to find sobriety. As I turn around, this natural high allows me to pursue the simple goal of pushing my limits on the journey back to my humble casa. Yes, joy in its purest form.

I stop at the empty intersection of Foothill and Bernal. No cars just me and the wind. I decide to go.
Then from below, a sound, "pssssssssssss" as I pedal in circular, followed with a wretched noise of clunk, clack, clunk. Is my trusted stead cracking under me? Did I really put on that much weight since the battle of the SUV?
What the hell?! What is ruining my moment of pure joy, my moment of tranquility? Making my heart fill with a fearful sorrow that my stead could be in pain?





Ah this piece of crap! Now really, what I'm impressed with, the angle. How the f#ck does that happen? Look how deep it went. (The silver line.)


Poor Mr Tuffy


The Rim got it a bit. But it didn't go through.


But what I'm truly pissed at...this was a new tire. Only two rides, including this one. SH$T!