These are interesting journeys. After doing 4 loads of laundry, I couldn't put off starving myself any longer, so I went to go get some lunch. At 6:30 pm. That's what happens when you sleep in until 1:30. After the food settled down, I went to extract my bike. I had to pump up the tires since I haven't used my bike in a month. Trying to avoid the cranky retired neighbors, I closed the garage door using my key. After a minute, I realized I couldn't open the door again because the key mechanism was outside. The garage door release wasn't working either. I thought my next best option was to call my roommate for help, but the garage remote's been lost for a while now. That would mean I'd have to slide the key under the door or something, and that's if my roommate picked up the phone. Damn, that'd be embarassing.
Luckily, I traced the wires from the key mechanism all the way back to the garage door opener and "hotwired" the garage door opener with my key (holding the plastic part to keep from getting electrocuted). Ingenious indeed.
I took off for who knows where. Down the bike path along Harvard, path Villa Coronado, and everything else was untraveled territory for me, especially at night. I kept going and found myself near Woodbridge, and eventually I saw the lights for the Spectrum get closer, but the path and sidewalk ended near Shawshank, so I turned and headed back.
I got back a bike path at Jeffrey and the 405 and somewhere near Culver and the 405 I started bouncing while I was pedaling. I thought it was my shocks bouncing or the seat post beding, so I stopped pedaling so hard until I got to Culver and crossed the street. Then I went off a curb and realized my back tired was totally shot. I stopped to check it out on the bike path (so I thought) until a car whizzed by going at least 50 mph right in front of me. That was pretty crazy. I was completely clueless that I was just chilling on the freeway onramp. Crazy.
I limped my bike back to the apartment. Twenty minutes of walking. That's like 3 minutes on bike. I guess I can't complain. I just wish I could bring a camera, decent light, and a spare tube next time. Until next time.
Luckily, I traced the wires from the key mechanism all the way back to the garage door opener and "hotwired" the garage door opener with my key (holding the plastic part to keep from getting electrocuted). Ingenious indeed.
I took off for who knows where. Down the bike path along Harvard, path Villa Coronado, and everything else was untraveled territory for me, especially at night. I kept going and found myself near Woodbridge, and eventually I saw the lights for the Spectrum get closer, but the path and sidewalk ended near Shawshank, so I turned and headed back.
I got back a bike path at Jeffrey and the 405 and somewhere near Culver and the 405 I started bouncing while I was pedaling. I thought it was my shocks bouncing or the seat post beding, so I stopped pedaling so hard until I got to Culver and crossed the street. Then I went off a curb and realized my back tired was totally shot. I stopped to check it out on the bike path (so I thought) until a car whizzed by going at least 50 mph right in front of me. That was pretty crazy. I was completely clueless that I was just chilling on the freeway onramp. Crazy.
I limped my bike back to the apartment. Twenty minutes of walking. That's like 3 minutes on bike. I guess I can't complain. I just wish I could bring a camera, decent light, and a spare tube next time. Until next time.
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