Potty Mouth Blues

Talk about some bad luck this week.  A double bike puncture Friday week ago saw me having to replace both tyres, and the day after picking up the newly shod unit, one of the buggers was already flat.  With that sorted, I lasted 2 days before blowing one of ‘em, and on the first ride after that fixing, the other blew.

“Just bad luck” says the funky technician with the tied-back dreads and low-waisted hipsters.  “You would have been better off buying the more expensive tyres”.  No shit, Sherlock!

To add insult to injury, about 10 minutes before learning of this most recent flat, I nearly came a cropper of a rather aggressive, 8ft tall pedestrian who executed a hazardous runner through some stationery traffic and forced me up against the curb.  This was around midday on Saturday, through the central shopping district, and this dude hadn’t been the first during that hairy, downhill traverse to cause poor old Donkey’s adrenal gland to vamp into hyperdrive, so I gave him all six barrels of abuse, to which he responded by stretching to full height and offering his own a colourful serve of rhetoric, accompanied by a furious red face and shaking fists.

Perhaps I need to calm down a little and hold-off on disparaging remarks calling into question the sexual orientation of peoples’ mothers.

Time for Donkey to take a chill pill before jumping in the saddle.  Pic: http://bmxroots.com/?author=3