You know these days when all odds are against you?

Skybird · 07-08-23, 07:38 AM

I wanted to kwiggel today, little trip along the canal. I find my Kwiggel in the garage with a flat tire, a plant thorn in the front tire: a marvel of evolution in terms of an organically grown shuriken: three thin 4 cm long legs like those of a weaver's gnat (that spider-like thing) , and a fourth upright leg, that was a thorn, 4 cm long, half as thin as a pin, very sharp but flexible as wine gum. It was not only in the tire, no, this rubber-soft damn thing was with its entire length of 4-5 cm stuck deep in the tire's rubber!

So trailer coupled to my ebike, Kwiggle folded and loaded, and off to the bike repair shop (I had no things in stockto rapir a tire of that small size). The bike shop was first baffled, a Kwiggle he had never seen before. I go back, put ebike and trailer back into the garage, do not want to get lost of the day so soon and decide to drive the tour with my normal mechanic touring bike. I get as far as to the traffic light 150m before my house, then it makes Bang, and a tire is flat: valve rupture. And back to the garage it goes, the tire - 28" standard size - marked for self-repair.

My sunny disposition cannot be clouded. I get upset about politics, but not about the waves of a stormy life. I start undaunted attempt number three, with my E-bike. I get about 6 km far, then suddenly the rear wheel makes ruckus ruckus ruckus and then silence: Flat tire. Saturday early afternoon. I push rushing the wheel to the said repair store to hand it in before they go into the weekend. It is 32 degrees. And I remember that I forgot to put the beer in the fridge. I HATE room-warm beer. Ekelhafte Plürre.

Back home I fix my simple touring bike after all, it's simple mechanics with simple derailleurs and no big deal. But it is hot. I drown in my sweat. It runs into my eyes, it burns, it really hurts. I get it done and go back to my apartment. My eyes red as that of a hungry vampire.

Great. The fan has stopped working. Room temperature is already 26 degrees, rising. And there is a puddle of water in front of the refrigerator. Also broken since - well, since not longer than 90 minutes.

Next week the craftsmen come, at least two days to pry open the walls and renew the water pipes, I have for weeks no cold water in the kitchen, the pipe is 50 years old, and tight. The weather forecast predicts 33-37 degrees. The craftsmen will be happy. I am already looking forward to it right now.

"Ich haben fertig wie Flasche leer." Scheißsommer.

07-08-23, 07:38 AM	#1
Skybird Soaring Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: the mental asylum named Germany Posts: 42,602 Downloads: 10 Uploads: 0	You know these days when all odds are against you? I wanted to kwiggel today, little trip along the canal. I find my Kwiggel in the garage with a flat tire, a plant thorn in the front tire: a marvel of evolution in terms of an organically grown shuriken: three thin 4 cm long legs like those of a weaver's gnat (that spider-like thing) , and a fourth upright leg, that was a thorn, 4 cm long, half as thin as a pin, very sharp but flexible as wine gum. It was not only in the tire, no, this rubber-soft damn thing was with its entire length of 4-5 cm stuck deep in the tire's rubber! So trailer coupled to my ebike, Kwiggle folded and loaded, and off to the bike repair shop (I had no things in stockto rapir a tire of that small size). The bike shop was first baffled, a Kwiggle he had never seen before. I go back, put ebike and trailer back into the garage, do not want to get lost of the day so soon and decide to drive the tour with my normal mechanic touring bike. I get as far as to the traffic light 150m before my house, then it makes Bang, and a tire is flat: valve rupture. And back to the garage it goes, the tire - 28" standard size - marked for self-repair. My sunny disposition cannot be clouded. I get upset about politics, but not about the waves of a stormy life. I start undaunted attempt number three, with my E-bike. I get about 6 km far, then suddenly the rear wheel makes ruckus ruckus ruckus and then silence: Flat tire. Saturday early afternoon. I push rushing the wheel to the said repair store to hand it in before they go into the weekend. It is 32 degrees. And I remember that I forgot to put the beer in the fridge. I HATE room-warm beer. Ekelhafte Plürre. Back home I fix my simple touring bike after all, it's simple mechanics with simple derailleurs and no big deal. But it is hot. I drown in my sweat. It runs into my eyes, it burns, it really hurts. I get it done and go back to my apartment. My eyes red as that of a hungry vampire. Great. The fan has stopped working. Room temperature is already 26 degrees, rising. And there is a puddle of water in front of the refrigerator. Also broken since - well, since not longer than 90 minutes. Next week the craftsmen come, at least two days to pry open the walls and renew the water pipes, I have for weeks no cold water in the kitchen, the pipe is 50 years old, and tight. The weather forecast predicts 33-37 degrees. The craftsmen will be happy. I am already looking forward to it right now. "Ich haben fertig wie Flasche leer." Scheißsommer. __________________ If you feel nuts, consult an expert.