Accomplishments of the day.
Buy a router: Check. Bought and installed.
Buy a bike: Check. I bought a badass BMX bike. I was gonna get a really shit bike and just deal with it, but then I realized that I'll have to ride this bike over 2 miles a day all year. Then I figured that I didn't want a big bike. Then I figured that I already have a road bike and mountain bike. So I bought this badass BMX bike from craigslist.
The MSRP is about $400-450, but I got it for way less than that, at $200.
Michael: So, is it a deal?
Chick I bought the bike from: It's a
badass deal.
I actually just meant whether it was a deal between me and you, but hey, I take your opinion as to my benefit from this transaction to heart.
It's a Hoffman Star Series Rhythm. I figured that since campus is like, in an urban area, I need a BMX if I want to tear up the streets. I'm gonna try to learn some cool tricks and stuff. Plus, BMX bikes are smaller and I can stick it in my closet so
my bike isn't stolen. I'll put up a picture of my actual bike when I'm done cleaning 'er up tomorrow. It's in black and red, my favorite color mix. This is actually the same color mix I used when decorating the "Angel of Death" catapault back in 12th grade physics. And now it will be the color seen by onlookers as I bust 1080's all over campus.
I have now officially conquered the bike genre.
Now, insert fate making the person I bought the bike from be located at Valley View Rd. off of Manchaca in South Austin. Mind you, I had no idea the significance of the road until we got there.
And then, for the love of Zeus, it's none other than the road housing my old apartment complex. Aka, the apartment complex we lived in from when I was about 3-5. That was an unquantifiable wave of emotions.
I hadn't been there in years. Maybe once in the past 20 years. But I recognized it like none other. The places I used to ride my tricycle, the pool I learned to swim in, the place where Randy parked one day right before we left for Nederland to visit one of the first few times, the place where I ran a remote control car into a puddle and broke it, the office building area where I pulled on a vine and a big glass vase crashed down and all over the ground, scarring me emotionally forever, the long sidewalk where my dad and I would walk, and on the side would be a shovel stuck deep in ground, and as much as we pulled on this Excalibur-esque shovel, we could never get it out.
All of this hit me in one mind-numbing wave, twisting my insides and sending my soul into hyperbolic shock.
Needless to say, I forced Ricer and Cox-Around-The-Clock to walk around with me and find my mom and dad's old apartments, and locate other points of interest.
Nostalgia is a powerful beast.
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