It was great to finally have an agro, hill climb workout today. I have been looking forward to this all week. There is a really steep long climb a few miles away from my house that has me tasting blood in the back of my throat by the time I crest the top. When rode on a fixed-gear, it is perfect for building leg muscle.
Riding home after this brief but very tiring workout, I managed to pickup a screw in my rear tire. Two seconds after it popped my tube, my whole tire exploded in a mess of rubber and cotton strands. MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!
I ended up walking home through my dirty ghetto neighborhood. Every homeless person and Mexican mariachi player staring at me like I'm a fucking alien. Meanwhile it is OK for them to be passed out on park benches, begging for money, pushing around shopping carts full or garbage, talking to themselves, or walking around dressed like it is the year 1850 on a tobacco ranch in Mexico.
I wish I was more violently inclined so I could have the balls to curb the next drunk crack-addict asking me for money. No one would miss him.
