Damn Damn Damn
Rant 1: The day before yesterday I decided that I didn’t want to cook, so I jumped on my motorcycle and headed down to Mag, the darts bar on the island. I ate my usual dinner of Taco Rice, watched an episode of Family Guy on the iPod, and then jumped on my bike and started to head back to my house. I started heading down the extremely narrow road next to the bar down toward the beach. As I veered to the right to cross the bridge next to the beach, I suddenly realized that I had no traction whatsoever, and the next thing I knew, the bike had slid out from under me and I was sliding across the pavement. I was totally in shock; within seconds, I grabbed my bike, picked it back up, started it, and drove home. As I recanted the incident in my head, I realized what had happened: I had slid on some sand. I have to take the bike to the shop now. Fortunately, I escaped with only a limp as my wallet drove into the top of my leg, doing something weird to it. The black biker jacket is all kinds of scratched up now though — if I wasn’t wearing it, I could have done some serious damage to myself.
So fuck black sand.
Fuck black sand on black pavement.
Fuck black sand on black pavement at night while riding a motorcycle.
And I still have to train for this 6k race in ten days. Balls.
That is all.