Category: bikes

One year anniversary of getting KO by an old lady.

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It’s an easy date to remember: smack in the middle of the year. I scurried away from the bike shop around 10am to get a donut from the coffee shop to celebrate. Fifteen minutes after finishing my donut, I come into the lunchroom to wash a handful of mini cucumbers and find a box of donuts, free for all, on the table.

I was encouraged to have a second donut. I’d lost interest at that point and chomped down on my mini cucumbers in front of that box of donuts with a sense of superiority about my dietary choices.

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White tooth supremacy.

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Other possible titles were:

  • My bedroom smells Gucci
  • The time Laura picked up a 1,500-page book without realizing it
  • Spring?
  • Billy and the Clonesaurus

Meet Ol’ Chomper:

Ol’ Chomper is my newest flipper, which means I went from being three teeth down to just one. Two of my crowns were installed last Thursday. The third is three months away, as the dentist wants to re-do the middle implant. This means you guys are going to have to deal with more posts about the status of my mouth for the next bit. Ol’ Chomper is a shade whiter than the rest of my teeth, hence the post title.

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All the hearts.

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Let’s get right into it:

On Tuesday, I received a text from my uncle telling me Opa was in the hospital with heart problems. I was told not to come and that he was doing ok.

My 99-year-old opa is in the hospital? How was I supposed to stay optimistic? I only had about 30 minutes left on the clock, so I told myself I could finish the bike I was working on.

I couldn’t do it. With 15 minutes to go, I bailed and walked my bike home as I was too distressed to ride. Upon arriving home, I crashed on the couch, exhausted from all my emotions. I woke up from my nap around 8pm and checked my phone.

Opa had a heart attack.

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