I "have" a whole lot to say today, so buckle down and prepare to be bombarded.
I filmed a commercial a few months ago for a sporting goods store up in Tahoe, CA. I dressed up as gay dude and sang along to the Cher song, "Believe." The final cut hasn't been released yet, but here is a picture of me in costume from the shoot.
It took me a while to get into the role of "Singing Homo", but eventually I was belting out bad music like some drunk butt-lover outside a stud bar.
I was out on a long ride the other day and about 3 hours into the trip I got a flat tire. This was right before a steep hill, so I decided to climb the hill with my still-warm legs and repair the flat before the descent. After replacing my tube, I plugged my Co cartridge and dispenser on to the valve stem. When I opened the cartridge, it shot out of the dispenser and into the air. The dispenser had fucked o-rings. I had no other way of filling the tube. I was 20 miles from home with 0psi on my front wheel.
Having no air in your tire, especially your front, is really dangerous. All control of the bicycle is basically lost. You can't hold a turn for shit, and risk rolling the tire right off of the rim. I didn't have any other choice but to ride it. I was stuck pedalling at 10 mph all the while destroying my wheel.
Fortunately the closest town was only 5 miles away. I found a phonebook and located the nearest bike shop. Hurrah, right down the street! After being laughed at by a girl and some kids while walking down the sidewalk with my bike (must be the outfit) I made it into the shop. The place was devoid of all customers, and at first glance employees too. I had to wander into a back room just to find somebody to sell me a tube.
The salesperson, who turned out to be the owner of the shop was a big ole' cock. All I wanted was to give him money for a tube and the use of his pump. He acted like every word out of my mouth was wasting his time. However when I found him, I swear he was just staring at the floor, doing nothing. I am a bike mechanic too, so I know what bothersome customers are like - I was not bothersome.
Because of the shitty treatment I will never go back to that shop again. I would rather ride 20 miles home on a two flat tires than give that pompus fuck any of my money. I hope the Bicycle Factory in Petaluma, CA burns to the ground.
Article was last edited on Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 @ 5:22 PM
