So, it's a good thing I got my bike fixed. On the way back from the repair shop, a transmission fluid leak made itself evident. And by leak, I mean "GUSHING". This pisses me off because I supposedly have a rebuilt transmission in there, rebuilt just last year. I suspect I got ripped off.
And because this is coupled with the inevitable engine failure, this means that it's the end of the Exploder.
Ok, everyone, please forgive me emotional turmoil the next while. This car was the last car my dad bought, and it's always had just a huge amount of sentimental value. I don't much like putting this much emotional stock in things, but this car really has been a symbol of a lot of things to me the past year. I will get over it, but I'm just really sad right now :(
On the other hand, I realized this could mean getting a Jeep Wrangler in its stead. I'll wait until fall when the prices go down on them.... in the meantime, I'll get into shape biking and walking.
So, my fingers will be very strong by the time I'm done with this.
Yes, you heard me right, my fingers. There's a mile-long very downhill run called 18th I pump the brakes on. Wow is that a workout for the hands.
My ass will be made of steel for the rest of the ride as well.
Beyond that, my knees are definitely better as I can finally stand-pedal again, something I couldn't do last year. However, biking in inner city is incredibly different from biking along the bay. Instead of the cool spray of water on my face, gulls crying above me, and watersurfers to my left; I passed a home still smoking from the major fire this morning, and biked right through an inner city fight outside the beer distributer. Sigh.