the "hotel" i am staying in is a room, it's an apartment type arangement. there is a hotel about two blocks from here that has a "continental breakfast." every now and again, i pop over there and get free coffee and a bagle. is that wrong? i dont' think so. i figure there is at least one person in that hotel that is not drinking the coffee or eating the bagel, and really, a lousy cup of coffee and the occasional bagel isn't going to bankrupt them. mmmm, free food.
if you are bored and hungry and have nothing better to do, go to a large hotel that has room service and walk up and down the halls and you can get some good stuff on the carts outside rooms waiting to be picked up. if you are feeling extra ballsy, go into a crowded restaurant at peak hours, and if you time it right, you can get the leftover food on people's plates when they get up and leave. mmmm, free cake.
so....it is done.... it is complete. i now have a no shit, true track bike. a fixed gear bicycle the way it is supposed to be. i took the brake that came with it off. i now have no brakes on the bicycle. to see the difference, go to the pics, they are there. you will notice a distinct lack of things like gears, cables, brakes, or any of those things you just dont need when riding a bicycle in traffic...
i rode a few laps around "the block" after removing the brakes. it was a smooth dream-like ride, the temperature was perfect, the road felt smooth and flat, and frankly, i think the bike rode itself, i was just a passenger. here are the thoughts that popped into my head as i glided along:
*sniff sniff* someone's grilling...
hey, a rabbit...
hello dog..., hey! stop barking at me dumbass, good thing you are fenced in...
that guy is watching sports on tv in his living room...
must be a wheelchair at that house, there is a ramp...hey, a house with a ramp, that might be fun...
oh crap, an intersection, hey, i don't have brakes....
i bet that driver thinks i can just stop whenver i want to...
"hey baby" or in this case "hola chica"...
holy shit, i forgot i am actually peddling...
god i love arizona....
it was better than looking at porn on the internet. i tried to stay at a controllable pace, but the bike was like "hey, lets go a bit faster, c'mon, we can go just a *bit* faster," and who am i to argue. it occurred to me just what having no brakes means when i got to the intersection and realized "hey, there might be some cars coming..."
but it was effortless, and i loved it. i had to be aware, i noticed things a bit more, but it is a great bike. next i must get me a track bike tattoo, possibly ringed in little devils and fire and skulls and such...
tomorrow, i shall take the bike on the highway and go a bit farther....just to be safe, i will only make right hand turns...
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