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And the livin's easy.

It was a nasty looking bike. Most of the frame was covered in rust, which was in turn mostly covered in a layer of dust. The wheels wouldn't even revolve. I could barely move the pedals around. It was an old, disgusting BMX bike that had been sitting in his yard for some undisclosed amount of time. "I have no idea where it came from," John said. We looked at it and ate our hamburgers.

"I'll take it." I said.

It wasn't that I needed the bike. I'm resourceful; I can pull strings and have bikes fall into my lap. I wanted the bike. I wanted a garbage bike. An $80 bicycle from Wal-Mart. Rusted and abandoned in somebody's backyard. Messed up. It gave me an excuse to fix it.

So I spent the next morning taking it apart. I cleaned it and oiled it and fixed it up and a few hours later, I was riding on a bike. I took it down the driveway. It was smooth. Everything moved wonderfully. I stood up as I got close to the end of the driveway. I squeezed the brakes.

And nothing happened.

The brakes still need work. If I pull back on them as hard as I can, I get results. But I'm not okay with where they are right now. No rush, though.

It's been a good, busy summer so far. There's always something to do during the day. Unlike summers before. Still, I need to get more aggressive about how I spend my days. For the past few days I've been driving out to Round Rock. I don't think it's working out that well. It's a good time and everything, but I've got a lot of big plans that I need to get cracking on. No more driving to Round Rock, I guess.

At least, not every day.

I need to travel more. I really want to take day trips all over the place. Pack up a backpack and go exploring. Need a change of scenery. Need new places, new faces. I'm getting too restless here at home. Plenty of time, I guess. Maybe that's why I've been going to Round Rock so often. I like driving places a lot.

I've got to record some music. Looks like I've got a project for the week.

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Cam said…
Take me with you.
May 27, 2009 at 11:20 AM
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