Armani and I had been planning to Visit Notre Dame High School on Friday with others all week. On the bus home yesterday, somehow Sally and I decide to go bike riding down to Morgan Hill. We get off the 522 at Eastridge and transfer onto the 70 that stops somewhat near my house. He then invades my room and steals a piece of orange tape while i get my camera :) we then leave at around 2 o’clock.
salllyyyy :)
I use my bike (obviously) and sally uses my dad’s bike. This is the first time my dad’s bike has ever been ridden outside our cul-de-sac :O, and we really had no idea how it rides. Sally did a great job keeping up with me unlike some people *cough Matt. Anywho, when we found the bike the tire was flat, so I thought, oh hey it’s probably been sitting here for a while, no need to replace the tube, WRONG. Anyway, I fill it up to about 60 PSI and we head off. We head down McLaughlin and take the trail. I decided to take a shortcut across a usually empty street, well today there were cars well I suddenly stop in the middle of the road because some jerk in a white car only sped up when he saw two bikes trying to cross the road. Sally crashes into my rear derailleur (which knocked it out of alignment) he falls off his
sorry about IQ this was taken at 55mm with the kit lens (no tele this time) and it still had to be cropped a bit.
bike and rips his sexy, sexy pants. I help him up, it looked like a nasty fall, but he assures me he’s fine, shaken up, but fine. Well anyway we continue southward until we reach Metcalf Park in South San Jose where we take a water break and swing on some swings. :D. Then some old guy on a bike falls. lalala, we begin to notice that the front tire is a little flatter than when we left. I thought perhaps it would last until Morgan Hill, so we continued ahead instead of turning around, which would have been boring. Anyway, we continue and by our next rest area, the tire issue begins to become an issue, steering becomes sloppy, and the rim begins cutting the tire. Even with the flat front, Sally can still keep pace with me, (impressive). By the time we reach the Jamba Juice in the middle of nowhere, the tire is completely flat and it is impossible to turn without loss of traction. We got to the Jamba Juice where I get mah razzzmatazzzzzzz and sally gets his berry thingy. After that, we go to Starbucks where I get an iced white chocolate mocha, and he proves that there is a Captain Crunch Frapp. After that, we head farther down Cochrane Rd. We reach a gas station where i pay a whole 75¢ to fill up my tires :( then we make a left on Monterey Rd. and take Monterey all the way to the magical bus stop in Downtown Morgan Hill. Mr. Hanson left ND at 3:00, funny how yesterday played out.
Metcalf Park; he was tired.
love of mine
someday you will die
but i'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
captain crunch frapp does exist.
salllly :)
fear is the heart of love
so I never went back
