Today at noon, I headed out for Barking Spider, much to the laughter of my Aunt Paula. That’s what we call Uncle Dave’s farts. All joking aside, it’s a fun little course.
Last night, I was able to join the Thursday Night Ride, but to everyone’s dismay, I proceeded to smash my bike with my foot, resulting in a complete mental breakdown. I creased the top tube of my Leader, and it was intentional.
This happened after I had meditated to clear my mind of the frustrations stemming from mechanical issues. Just as things started to mellow out, my front tire sprung a leak.
In frustration, I kicked my bike and listed all the things that are messed up with Missoula: can’t make a decent living, waste of a good education, can’t even feed myself, and so forth. I really lost my temper. Usually, I prefer to vent my frustrations in the woods where I can scream and yell.
I am now officially 3 hours away from leaving town, and I’m trying to push out of my mind that my bike is being held together with zip ties and JB Weld. But who cares? I’m going camping and traveling. It’s a break from the brain drain of Missoula.
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